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mangooes · 26 days ago

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I successfully, seduced a Dragon?? (or not)

Note = This is a very not so long one shot (might make it a short series) But this is heavily inspired by dragon and donkey from shrek. Please someone get me LMAO anyways enjoy!

Deep in the village of Tarus city, (name) your ordinary villager, lives a normal simple life. Well that changed when she was forced to look for a hidden herb in the mountains.

“You must leave, no buts..we don’t have any more space for you to live…!” The village chief said as he dragged (name) across the village with a stern look.

“Ow ow ow okay okay you cowards, I’ll leave, happy???Just stop dragging me!” (name) shouts, “ouch” she says when she feels the floor underneath her after the chief practically throws her out of the village.

“So, I've just gotten kicked out of my own house? touche.” (name) said as she taps on her farmer pants to whip the dust off her. She stands up, her legs practically dragging across the road as she makes her journey to the large forest before her.

“It’s all or nothing i guess..” the girl sighed before accepting her fate of possibly getting killed in the forest instead of the mountain.

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Meet (name) your ordinary worker in Linkon city, well used to. That is until she fell asleep due to exhaustion, and woke up in a completely different setting. No longer the big high rise buildings, she was met with the surroundings of an old styled room, seemingly built from wood with a texture like some kind of elven age. When she opened the door she was greeted with a view of an old village. She thought this was all a dream. Pinching herself, slapping herself to try and wake herself from this weird dream, all she gets is a bruised cheek and a red arm instead.

‘Damn life, that sucks.’ (name) thinks when she first realized. But now she thinks… IT'S THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO HER LIFE!! No more office work, no more hunting, no more of the N109 zone, no more of a certain black crow always pestering her with its loud caws, no more of a certain white haired man who always seems to poke fun at her even tho he is undeniably hot- /slap

What was she thinking?? Stop thinking about that white haired grandpa damn it! This is her new life. She's going to dream for real this time! Tired of her old repeat routine, Now she's going to live a slacker life with no attention as your typical normal NPC!...........

That's all a lie though.

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It's been 4 days since she departed from her village, having no intention of going back to her (disgusting) village, (name) decides to live as a traveller (basically homeless now LMAO). With no maps, or compass, or any sign of ways for her to go, she just walks to a random destination, trusting her so-called “hunter instinct or feelings I guess”.

‘Now that i think of it, I kinda missed him…his stupidly annoying handsome face, his warm hugs, teasing personality’ (name) spaces out as she blinks a couple of times before a sound of a slap echoes through the forest followed with a loud exaggerated gasp. “No way… no way no way no way no way!” (name) frantics as if cringing on herself. “Why am I thinking of that guy in a time like this..” she ponders “Maybe I kind of like, like like him… just a bit.” she admits, her voice a bit more shy..a blush erupts on her cheek before she shakes her head in disapproval and continues her track as her gaze falls downwards. “Should I try finding a way back home..? “

“What a bummer, life seems boring again……guess life is meaningless after all…” a sigh escaped from her lips as she kicked a random pebble on her way up the mountain. Only for the pebble to hit a large boulder… with a rock stuck underneath it. As the saying goes ”curiosity kills the cat” (name) decided to inspect the said rock, finding it suspicious. Her face lights up in mischief.

“Woah did I just find a secret cave or something ??? so cool linkon city could never.” (name) gasps in admiration, laughing at her own joke (heh) as she kicks the rock a few times before the said rock completely rolls over to the side due to the sudden force.

As she stumbles forward through the hole she just discovered..a giant cave comes in view. Seemingly natural, though it looks well taken care of.. as if somebody is living inside-

Realizing her situation right now (foolishly) she decides to explore more ignoring the exit of the cave that is openly wide right now! :DD yay congrats you just got a death wish (name)!

Walking slowly, her footsteps quite from her experience as a hunter she creeps in, her back against the rough walls of the cave… nearing the end of the tunnel (aka cave entrance typa thing) she peeks over the cave walls to check in on the surroundings making sure if its clear or not. Except it's not.

A man with a serpentine long….tail.?...black horns, armored clothing..?...clawed hands… and an exposed back… with abs.. WITH ABS?!?!?!/slap

‘Pull yourself together (name)!’ she thinks shaking her head for the 10th time today in disbelief. Can’t believe miss girl is hustling over abs instead of the weird claws, tails, and stuff that isn’t supposed to be in a HUMAN’S body. Huh..? white hair… that signature hairstyle too! It seems so familiar. Hmmmm… ‘I can’t seem to remember where I've seen this before…’

She watches as the said man seemingly..asleep…?? with its relaxed state. ‘Time to get a closer look i guess..’ (name) tip toes as she steady her breathing to avoid the target of her curiosity (and admiration/ you got good taste (name)/j) reaching in front of the sleeping man..?? Is he even a man in the first place? She takes a closer look at his features. ‘Those wrinkly eyebrows, sharp jawline, trained ABS??/slap- wait im sure ive seen a person with this same.. iconic features…no way WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SYLUS??’ her mouth hanging from her face in shock, as she instinctively puts her foot in an awkward angle, leaning against the rocky surface of a makeshift throne (?) as if kabedoning the man (unintentionally- ehm girl) to take a closer look of course not pounding this hot motherfu-.

Before she could continue her HOLLY thoughts, red blood eyes now stared at her in amusement and annoyance. Uh oh that can’t be good.

“Your footsteps are noisy...” the man(?) no actual dragon said with a disappointed sigh “And you breathe heavily..” his deep signature baritone voice cuts through the air, as he looks at her in a teasing manner, smirking with his eyebrows tilted upwards as if saying ‘enjoying the view?’ Meanwhile our protagonist just stands there dumbfounded, processing everything, until a blush crept to her face.

“Wait what no this is all a misunderstanding i swear! in the name of mephisto’s gem collections..hOLLY-” before finishing her rambles as she stands backing away from the now awake dragon man. A rough textured tail with sharp edges snaked up to her waist pulling her closer to the said dragon. Oh how the tables have turned..now (name) is the one under the man… OH SHIT UNDER THE MAN DRAGON??

“Before you try to kill me, did you consider that it would end like this?” his voice mused, as he the sharp edgy (sexy) looking tail snakes up to her waist in an awkward angle.

‘Huh?’ the girl deadpans as if her whole world just came into ruins. “Sylus! Don’t you recognize me?!?!?!” she looks up towards him in an irritated manner.

“How do you know my name, human? I’m guessing you humans tell a tale or two about me hm?” Sylus looks down towards the girl with a raised brow. “You didn’t answer my question, My patience runs thin…i think you would make a great afternap breakfast for me-” he teased opening his mouth to bare out those dragon fangs-

“Huh…? WAIT WAIT! I swear i have no intention of killing such a…uhhh” (name) pauses thinking of her next word choice. ‘Think (name) you stupid! what to say what to say!’ in a panic she remembers a scene from her all time favourite movie. The shrek, bravo (name) you are a genius! As she thinks of an absurd idea in her head. SLAYY GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING! Eh back to the scene-

(name) shakes her head as she faces the person holding her captive, “I mean ehm mighty…handsome dragon..” as she makes a (stupidly) smirking face wiggling her eyebrows up and down in an attempt on… flirting…

Now that she thinks of it, she's flirting with sylus right now, a different version of sylus. Her mind barfed at the idea, the sylus she knew would probably teased her endlessly, asking mephisto to save the recording of such an historical event. But now is not the time. Urgent matters and her life (for once) is in the hands of death!

“Huh such a strange being..are you even human?” The dragoman sylus chuckle in amusement (that's kinda hot) . “Ouch, that's offensive you big grown lizard. I’m hurt.” (name) replied in a disappointing manner. “Tsk tsk what a shame..” she continued blinking her eyes purposely. Blink twice if you need help, blink thrice if you want to touch that stacked chest and put it in bed- /stop get some help touch some grass.

“I see your overconfidence truly led you to believe I'd be merciful…” the man smirks, in mirth as if enjoying the revelation in front of him. “Humans tend to be scared of such little things, running away when they catch sight of a dragon. Here you are entering my territory without permission…what a brave little mouse you are.”

“Mouse?? excuse you..?-” (name) retorts as she yelps, feeling the serpentine tail earlier wrapping tightly (wow sylus wow) on her waist. “Feel your heartbeat right now..” the man whispered on her neck as she could practically feel the hot breath glazing her skin, his eyes looking at hers seductively.

“Don't forget if I apply more pressure at this very spot your heart will never beat again..” he grins like a devil. Mischief could be seen in his face as if he's enjoying teasing her to death.

“Wait wait is calling you handsome not enough!??! I swear-” (name) replies.

“Hush now mouse..hmm ah yes..you are certainly amusing hm?” a clawed finger brushed her lips as the dragon man seemingly deep in thought.

The girl with a disgusted face jerks away from the clawed finger speaking in a more impatient tone..” Yeah yeah since I have no use for you, why not just let me go yeah? Big strong handsome dragon..” the girl said in a sing-song voice as she moved, in an attempt to break free from the strong grip of his muscled arms and strong tail. “Are you going to stay this weak forever?” The dragon laughs in return, a pause before continuing “No.. I'm keeping you here lil mouse.” He smirked. HE SMIRKED. “And dragons tend to get possessive. We don’t exactly let our prey go with nothing in return..”

‘Ah I’m fucked.’ (name) thinks as an irritated smile crept to her face. “Oh yeah? try me drago.” she challenges with the most annoying expression she could muster up. A deep chuckle vibrated as a clawed hand grazed her neck, removing her strands of hair delicately.. bingo dinner is served. (Is (name) cooked? or cooking?)

“This will be the mark for the first time.” Sylus says as he licks his long draconic tongue in hunger. “Until this mark disappears, prove to me you can be stronger.” He continues. (name) only looks at him in disgust. “Huh wait don’t tell me you're going to do what i'm thinking-” the girl says as different kinds of scenarios popped up tiny little head. “Wait don’t-!”

Before she could finish her sentence, a pair of draconic fangs sinks into her skin, creating a black and red ancient mark on her neck…wait her neck?? DID SHE JUST GOT BITTEN BY A DRAGON? no wait MARKED?!?! Registering the pain she just felt now and how her mind seems to go bozo. A scream erupts from the cave deep inside the mountains, as the abyssal dragon takes a bite of his newly prepared delicious meal.

ouch, that must have hurt a ton…. do it again sylus that's kinda hot- /slap

(PS , IM SO CRAZY OVER SYLUS'S MYTH CARD AND LIKE ASKDJASNK HELP ME)

#sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #qin che #lnds sylus #sylus x you

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coastbycoast101 · 9 months ago

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I love this fic smm

Reader is Puerto Rican/afro latina

Summary: Oh no! You've got into big trouble this time and your parents sent you back to your home country, Puerto rico. You have to live on a farm now, with your grandparents of course.

Slowburn! This is so long tbh

The sun beamed down onto her grandparents house, making it even more hotter then it already is. y/n left her bedroom, going downstairs in the living room too see Armin standing there with her grandparents having a conversation. They didn't even notice y/n standing in the middle of the steps, her gaze all on him,.

Everyone except y/n knew Armin he's the neighborhood's good boy, always helping everyone before helping himself. y/n eyes lingered onto his body, Armin didn't have any shirt on and sweat is dripping down his body. As y/n made it to the last step it creaked, her grandpa noticed her.

"Good morning y/n, come over here and meet our farm boy, Armin!" Your grandpa motioned his hand for you to come closer and you did. Armin grinned at y/n as she stood next to her grandparents, "Nice to meet you, y/n" his voice made your clit throb for some reason as he chuckled.

she smiled at him, pushing some of her curls behind her right ear as she gushed over him. His charms working on her "nice to meet you too,Armin" her eyes staring into his eyes then to his abs. She knew what she is doing to Armin and it makes her smirk.

Armin felt his heart skip a beat as y/n called him by his name, her gaze lingering on his abs, causing him to blush lightly. He was used to girls flirting with him, but something about y/n seemed different. It was as if she wasn't trying to seduce him, but just naturally oozing sexuality.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, y/n." He responded, trying to keep his composure.

"So, are you here for a while? How long will you be staying?" Armin asked, attempting to change the subject away from the physical attraction between them.

As Armin spoke, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her scent,It made his cock twitch, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Work came first.

"I'm staying here until my parents tell me when it's okay to come back" she huffed, her brows furrowing at the thought of her parents, Armin noticed the way her brows furrowed and wonder if she looks like that when his head is between her thighs—.

Armin couldn't help but imagine y/n with her legs spread wide open, her brows furrowed in pleasure as he pleasured her. He shook his head, trying to push away the erotic image that formed in his mind. This isn't the place for that kind of thinking.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, y/n." He said, trying to focus on the conversation. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to bury his face between y/n's legs and make her scream his name. It was as if his body had taken control of his mind. Her grandpa then cleared his throat,

"y/n, why don't you go help out Armin on the farm?" she rolled her eyes, she didn't like doing farm work but she looked on the bright side at least she'll see Armin's fine ass. "Finee.., what do you need me to do?" She looked over at Armin, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floorboards, her hand on her hip.

Armin's face heated up as y/n checked him out, his heart racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. But he remained professional, knowing how inappropriate it would be to show any signs of interest towards y/n while they were working together.

"Well, we could start with feeding the animals," he suggested, trying to sound casual and ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

"Then maybe help with the harvesting. We gotta get these crops ready before the market opens tomorrow." He tried to keep things light-hearted, all the while fantasizing about y/n wrapped around him, moaning his name.

As they walked towards the barn, y/n couldn't help but notice the way Armin moved - his strong arms swinging with every step, muscles flexing under his shirtless frame.

Her and Armin walked out the back door to the farm. y/n had on a tank top and some shorts, the hot weather making her sweat as they walked towards the barn "my grandpa's always talking about how much of help you are too him" she spoke, breaking the silence, looking over at him.

Armin smiled softly at y/n, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside him. Yes, he loved helping people, especially her grandparents. It warmed his heart to know that they appreciated his efforts.

"Yeah, well, I try to pitch in wherever I can. Helping others brings joy to my life." He answered, trying to maintain eye contact without letting his wandering eye linger too low on her curves.

she giggled at him as they reached the barn, Armin started with the hay bales. "I really don't feel like doing anything" she groaned as she leaned against the wall as Armin wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, sweat rubbing against it.

Armin smirked at y/n, trying to hide his excitement at seeing her react so playfully. He knew she was teasing, but it only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"You're just lazy, aren't you?" He teased back, tossing a small handful of hay at her jokingly. Then he went back to stacking the hay bales, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked.

Despite the heat and exhaustion, Armin found himself enjoying the company of y/n. Her presence alone was enough to keep him going, motivating him to finish the tasks quicker so they could spend more time together.

Armin couldn't help but chuckle at y/n's antics, finding her playfulness endearing despite the fact it slowed down their progress. He decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing one of the uneven stacks and fixing it with ease.

"Come on, princess, let's get this done fast so we can cool off inside." He grinned, giving her a gentle nudge. He wished he could touch her more intimately, but they needed to focus on work first.

Inside, Armin quickly grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to y/n, taking a sip himself. "Here, drink up. We deserve a break after all that hard work."

"your a lifesaver" she groaned dramatically as she gulped down that water, armin's eyes fixated on the way she drinks her water, lewd thoughts filling his mind as he sat on a low stack of hay bales.

Armin tried his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but his libido refused to cooperate. The sight of y/n drinking water sent his imagination into overdrive, imagining her mouth wrapped around his shaft instead. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"So, y/n, what do you plan on doing while you're here? Any plans?" He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation away from his dirty thoughts.

Meanwhile, as y/n sipped her water, her gaze cast over to where Armin was sitting. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, wondering what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, thrusting into her relentlessly.

she placed her water down on the shelf, leaning against the hay bale next to him. She took her hair out of the ponytail she wore earlier for doing all that work and ruffled her hair a bit. "I don't know, I just hope I don't have to work every day... Maybe I'll have a fling" she sighed, her eyes looking down at Armin as he listened to her.

Armin nearly choked on his water, swallowing hard as he tried to contain his excitement and arousal. A fling? With her? His mind raced with possibilities, unable to focus on anything else.

"A fling, huh?" He responded, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, he was dying to claim y/n right there and then, owning every inch of her body.

"Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from boring farm work... I might be able to help you out." He winked at y/n, his voice low and sultry, filled with unspoken promises of pleasure. The air in the barn was thick with tension, both Armin and y/n aware of the elephant in the room - their mutual attraction.

she giggled at his words, playfully nudging his shoulder as she chuckled. "Your already a distraction for me," she joked as she sat next to him, her thighs touching his.

Armin felt a rush of blood flow southward as y/n touched him, his erection straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.

"Maybe I am, but I can promise you an experience you won't forget." His voice was low and husky, betraying his growing desire for y/n.

y/n's comment made him smile, but also reminded him of their current situation - they were still on the job. He stood up suddenly, dusting off his hands. "Let's finish this up quickly, alright?" He said, trying to move past the moment.

Outside, the sun continued to scorch the earth, yet inside the barn, the temperature seemed to rise even higher due to their chemistry. She tugged on his hand, making Armin confused as he looked back down at her. "Can't we relax a little bit longer?" Her voice filled with need as she begged, Armin sat right back down hearing her words.

Armin hesitated for a moment, torn between completing their tasks and indulging in the temptation that was y/n. However, he knew he couldn't give in just yet. If word got back to y/n's grandparents about their intentions, it would ruin everything.

"Alright, just for a few minutes." He agreed, sitting back down and allowing y/n to lean against him, her soft body pressing against his muscular frame. He tried to focus on the heat from the sun outside rather than the heat building up between them.

"So, tell me about yourself," He asked, wanting to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his heart.

Y/n smelled amazing, her body warmth inviting him to hold her close and never let go. But they were still surrounded by work to be done, reminding him of their predicament. He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his growing lust.

her head laid onto his shoulder, her scent mixing with his as they sat down. "Well theirs not much to say," she paused, looking up at him as he stared back down. Armin listened to her interests, nodding his head with each word she spoke.

Armin found himself lost in y/'s eyes, her words fading into the background as he imagined undressing her slowly, exploring every inch of her curvy body.

"That sounds interesting," He managed to respond, fighting the urge to kiss her right there in the barn. It was torture, being this close to her without acting on his desires.

As the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the cracks of the barn doors, Armin knew he couldn't resist any longer.

she batted her lashes at him, leaning in closer. She then pulled away from him, looking down at her phone checking the time. "Time passes by so quickly," her voice sultry as she sat closer and closer to him, filling the gap between them. Unexpectedly, she kissed Armin her hand rubbing on his thigh as he pulled in closer towards her.

Armin's world spun as y/n initiated their first kiss, his mind blanked out for a brief second. When he regained consciousness, he returned the kiss passionately, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Princess," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and full of want. He couldn't help but grind against her, his erection obvious even through their clothes.

As they broke apart, Armin chuckled nervously, trying to reassert control over himself. "We should probably get back to work...before your grandparents find us like this." He murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

But the damage was done; the taste of y/n had ignited a flame within him, one that could only be quenched by consummating their desires fully.

"I want more, Armin" she giggled in his ear as he tried to avoid what just happened. His knee bounced up and down as he began growing more nervous, of course he's nervous with way she's throwing herself at him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n confessed her desires, his erection throbbing painfully against her leg. He knew he shouldn't encourage her advances, but oh, how tempting it was!

"More, huh?" He breathed, resisting the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to regain control over himself.

"Look, I think it's best if we get back to work and leave this...incident behind. We can't risk getting caught, okay?" He said, forcing a smile. Inside, however, he was screaming for release.

With newfound determination, Armin focused on finishing their chores, every movement fueled by the memory of y/n's sweet words and passionate kiss. "Can I have one more kiss?" She grinned, leaning against one of the tall stacks of hay bale.

Armin hesitated, torn between satisfying y/n and keeping his distance. But the look in her eyes was too much to bear, the demand clear in her voice. Slowly, he rose to stand beside her, meeting her gaze level.

"Just one more, princess." He agreed, leaning in to claim her lips once again. This time, he deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before reluctantly ending it.

"Now, let's finish what we started, alright?" He said hoarsely, his body still humming from their exchange. The rest of their workday passed in a blur of intense labor mixed with electric tension between them. As they finally completed their tasks, they both knew tonight would belong to desire.

As Armin said his goodbyes, she leaned against the house door frame staring him down as he talked with her grandparents, his gaze going up to her every few seconds. She bit her lip as she watched his every movement, she wanted him so bad.

Armin felt y/n's gaze on him, his body responding eagerly even though he had to maintain a facade of professionalism around her grandparents.

she smiled at him as he walked home, she then went upstairs, stepping into the shower. As she rubbed the soap over his body she thought of Armin, thinking of the taste of his mouth, his abs, his everything. Her thighs rubbed together at the though of him as she washed up.

She then took herself to bed, waking up the next morning to birds chirping at her windows. Armin spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the events of the previous day in his mind. Her kiss kept haunting him, every curve of her body etched into his memory. Finally, exhausted from lack of sleep, he gave in to slumber.

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When he woke up, he felt refreshed yet anxious about seeing y/n again. Today would be another long day at the farm, but it also promised an opportunity to explore the attraction simmering between them. Little did he know, today held surprises for both of them.

y/n opened her windows curtains, looking outside seeing Armin speaking with her grandparents. Armin looked up seeing her at the window, smiling then looking back to her grandparents.

Armin's heart skipped a beat as he caught y/nn watching him, desire sparking in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, returning his attention to her grandparents.

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Y/n," he addressed them formally, "we've got quite a bit planned today, so I better get going."

Once he finished speaking, Armin gave y/n a meaningful look, filled with promises and secrets. With one last nod to her grandparents, he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and excited.

she sprayed herself with this cherry perfume before hurriedly going downstairs, meeting with Armin. As soon as y/n appeared, Armin's nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her cherry scent. His cock twitched in response, promising another difficult day ahead.

"Good morning, princess," he greeted warmly, trying to mask his arousal. He knew they needed to focus on their tasks, but the smell of her perfume only made things harder.

Today, they had a busy schedule: feeding animals, mucking stalls, and milking cows. Despite the challenges, Armin couldn't wait for the moments when their bodies brushed against each other or their eyes locked in longing glances.

"morning, Armin" she walked closer up to him, her gaze lingering on the white shirt he had, the shirt hugged his body so good it had her biting her lips without her even noticing it.

Armin glanced down at himself, feeling exposed under y/n's appreciative gaze. Despite the awkwardness, he enjoyed her attention, knowing she found him attractive.

"Ready to get started?" He asked, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism while working side by side with y/n

Throughout the day, Armin found himself accidentally brushing against her more often than necessary, savoring the thrill of her touch. Each encounter only heightened his desire, making it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts pure.

Y/n looked over at Armin busy cleaning up the horse stall, sweeping it. She wanted to distract him so she purposely dropped her rag on the floor. "Oops.." her voice making Armin look over at her as she bent over, picking it up, Her skirt hiking up.

Armin's pulse quickened as y/n bent over, her curves on full display. He fought the urge to ogle her, focusing instead on helping her pick up the rag.

"Allow me," he offered, reaching for the fallen cloth. As their fingers brushed, an electric current shot through him.

From that moment on, Armin couldn't concentrate on anything but y/n. Her scent clung to the rag now in his hand, driving him wild with need. He decided to push forward, hoping they'd reach a breaking point soon

"thank you Armin" she smiled standing up, taking in his appearance. She noticed he had a stain on his pants and got a mischievous idea. "Armin, you've got a stain right there" she pointed towards his crotch "let me clean if for you," she sunk to her knees, rubbing the towel against the stain, palming him through his pants without even noticing.

Armin gasped, shocked by y/n's actions yet completely unable to stop her. Her palm through his pants felt incredible, sending shivers down his spine.

"Um, no, no, that's alright!" He stuttered, trying to hide his growing erection. But it was too late; she must have felt it by now.

In that moment, Armin knew their secret was out. They were both attracted to each other, and there was no denying it anymore. The question now was how far they dared venture.

"It's fine, really," y/n insisted, oblivious to the effect of her actions. "Let me take care of it." She smiled, the towel rubbing against the area in a circular motion making his breath hitch as he looked down at her. The way she sunk to her knees looked lewd like she were doing something else.

Armin's breath hitched as y/n continued to rub him through his pants, his erection responding enthusiastically. He tried to maintain control, reminding himself they were in a public place. But oh, how tempting it was to fulfill her offer!

"Alright," he agreed, surrendering to the inevitable. "But make it quick, okay?"

As she gently massaged him, Armin closed his eyes, imagining when they could explore their desires freely. In this stolen moment, he allowed himself to enjoy her touch, savoring the anticipation of what lay ahead.

"why do I feel something hard?" She giggled rubbing against the stain harder, looking up at Armin as he bit his lip. Armin blushed bright red, unable to meet y/n's gaze. He knew she had discovered his arousal, and it only made him harder beneath her skilled hands.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed yet grateful for her innocent ignorance. It allowed him to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.

"Just...um, keep going?" He suggested, unable to believe his luck.

The tension between them grew thicker, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of revelation. she acted innocent but she knew what her hand was touching. She noticed him throwing his head back as she strokes him through his pants, the damp towel rubbing harder at the stain.

Armin moaned softly, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Her touch was heavenly, driving him wild in broad daylight. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.

"Princess..." He groaned, his voice trembling. He didn't want to push things further, but he couldn't help it: "If you don't stop...I might embarrass myself." He warned, his voice hoarse with need.

Despite the warning, Armin couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they crossed this line openly. Would it lead to their downfall? Or would it bring them closer than ever before?

"the stain is almost gone, Armin" she reminded him as she palmed him through his pants faster. Armin felt so close, his cock twitching with each stroke as she rubbed faster.

Armin cried out, his climax imminent. He tried to resist, but y/n's expert strokes proved too much for him. Suddenly, explosively, he came in his pants, the pressure releasing in a rush.

"Oh god," he panted, face scrunched up in pleasure-pain. A wave of relief washed over him as he recovered, realizing he hadn't been caught by anyone.

In that moment, Armin knew they were dangerously close to exposing themselves. Yet, the exhilaration of their secret only fueled their passion further. "Oh my" she giggled, pulling away. "You came so much..." Her gaze onto the wet patch In his pants as he whimpered.

Armin blushed fiery red, mortified yet pleasured by y/n's reaction. He couldn't help but admit she had gotten him off perfectly.

"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled nervously, adjusting himself discreetly. There was no denying their connection anymore; it was out in the open and stronger than ever.

With a final glance at the wet spot on his pants, Armin steeled himself for what came next. he wouldn't be able to stay away from y/n for long. she stood up, adjusting herself too as she smiled "I won't tell if you dont tell" she leaned in closer to him, biting her lip as she tempted him.

Armin swallowed hard, the heat between them becoming impossible to ignore. Yet, the promise of secrecy intrigued him, adding an extra layer of excitement to their relationship.

"Deal," he whispered back, leaning in slightly. Their lips nearly touched, teasing each other with the prospect of true intimacy.

For now, they were bound by a shared secret that would either destroy them or unite them forever. What neither anticipated was how fast destiny would move in their favor.

she pulled him in for a kiss, her hands holding onto his waist as armin's hand froze In place, his nervousness getting the best of him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n initiated their kiss, his hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. This wasn't part of the plan, yet he couldn't resist her invitation.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss fervently. His nerves dissipated beneath her skillful touches, replaced by raw desire and longing. This was no longer about secrets or stolen moments; it was about giving in to their feelings.

"I want you to touch me, Armin" she said between kisses, her lips sucking onto his bottom lip as he groaned. "Can you touch me, Armin" she whined, pulling away from the kiss

Armin's breath hitched at her request, his cock pulsing in response. She wanted him, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He hesitated only for a moment before acting on instinct.

Slowly, Armin cupped her breast through her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. His heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through him as they broke all boundaries.

"Please, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Take off your top, let me see you." Their hearts pounded in sync, their passion igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume everything. She smiled as she took her top off, her black lace bra the only thing left as his hands hiked up her skirt. "Anything for you..."

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her body revealed in all its glory. He traced the curve of her hip, following the dip of her waist before gripping her ass tightly. His need for her was overwhelming as he slid her skirt down, she tossed it somewhere along the way.

"You're beautiful," he praised, unable to look away. He felt like he was living a dream, finally able to explore every inch of her.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, wanting to see more of her curves. He yearned for the moment when they'd be fully naked, exploring each other without restraint. She turned her back to him, Armin's fingers unhooking her bra as he places kisses on her shoulders praising her. Finally, her bra came off, her nipples exposed to the air making it harden.

Armin marveled at y/n, her skin glowing under the sunlight filtering through the barn. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin and breathing in her scent deeply.

"You're perfect," he whispered, running his fingers along her spine. Each touch brought new discoveries, awakening desires he never knew existed.

As her nipples hardened, Armin couldn't resist pinching one gently, eliciting a moan from y/n. Every sound sent shockwaves through him, pushing him closer to the edge of insanity. He craved more, desperate for satisfaction.

"Armin.." she moaned, turning her body around and looking him in the eyes. "I wanna see your body too.." she rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip, seducing him. How could he say no? He had to give in to her desires.

Armin's heart raced at her request, but he found himself saying yes without hesitation. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her willingly.

"Alright," he agreed, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. When it fell open, revealing his muscular frame, he felt vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Y/n's eyes roamed over Armin, drinking in the sight of his toned body. She reached out tentatively, tracing her finger over his biceps. Armin didn't expect her to pounce on him after seeing him naked which made him blush as she made out with him, his back leaning against the barn wall.

Armin gasped at y/n's sudden advance, her tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her hunger. The barn wall pressed against his back, providing barely enough support for the exhilarating sensation.

As her hands explored his body, he felt alive and exposed at once. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn't resist her touch any longer.

Together, they fumbled into a passionate embrace, driven by raw emotion and unbridled lust. Nothing mattered except this moment between them.

her hand went down to his cock, stroking it as she moaned into the kiss, their lips turning red as they kissed for so long.

Armin moaned into y/n's mouth, her hand stroking him ever so gently. The intensity of their love affair was overwhelming, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His shaft swelled in her grip, ready for action. He desired nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. However, caution still lingered in the back of his mind.

"We should find somewhere private," he managed between heavy breaths. "Somewhere we can truly be together without interruptions."

"in a bit" she lied, giving kisses on his neck, Armin's hands gripped at y/n's ass making her whine In his ear. Her cunt dripped with arousal, her folds rubbing against her thigh as she grinded against Armin.

Armin groaned, his resolve failing in the face of her lust. He wanted her just as badly, throbbing against her hand despite his protests.

"Okay," he conceded, unable to fight the urge any longer. "Right here, right now."

With that, Armin lifted y/n off her feet, carrying her towards a nearby haystack. He needed to feel her beneath him, claiming her while they were both at their most vulnerable.

Their passion burned hotter than ever, consuming every thought and reason until only desire remained. Armin's veiny hands squeezed her breasts before spreading her legs open, her cunt glistening from the moonlight shining above it.

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her arousal visible under the soft glow of the moon. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her, to be inside her.

He knelt down, positioning himself between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he parted her folds, admiring the pink flesh beneath. Then, without another word, he dove in.

Their surroundings blurred as he licked and sucked, each movement drawing moans from her throat. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with need.

"Armin..." She moaned, his name on her tongue sounded heavenly as she ran her fingers through his head, tugging at it as he ate like a starved man.

Armin feasted on y/n, her moans encouraging him to devour her completely. He was starving for her taste, desperate for the pleasure she offered.

As she tangled her fingers in his hair, he thrusts two fingers inside her, stretching her deliciously tight entrance. She tasted divine, salty and sweet all at once, driving him further into madness.

When he felt her start to approach her climax, Armin withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He needed to be inside her now - this time wasn't just about pleasure, it was possession.

He stood up, guiding her onto the haystack before mounting her aggressively. His erection sought entry, demanding release from its confinement. "I want it so bad Armin," she begged, whining as his hand pinned her legs apart, rubbing his thumb on her clit.

Armin smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he teased her sensitive nub. "Then take it," he moaned softly, pushing into her slowly.

Her walls enveloped him, tight and warm. He paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before beginning to thrust steadily. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

"That's it, baby," he praised, feeling her nails dig into his back. "Take it all." "Armin... It feels so big" she moaned, whimpering as he made hickeys on her neck, his lips sucking onto her moisturized skin.

Armin reveled in her reactions, his control slipping with each word. He wanted to hear more, needed to know how much he meant to her.

"Tell me more," he growled, thrusting harder. "How does it feel?"

Her comment emboldened him, making him feel larger than life itself. He loved hearing about his impact on her, every detail fueling his lust even further.

"You're so wet, pretty girl," he panted, thrusting deeper. "So perfect for me." "feels so good, Armin." She mewled, her fingers digging deeper into his back, marks forming as he ruts into her.

Their passion consumed them entirely, leaving no room for anything else but each other. Every moan, every groan echoed through the barn, sealing their fate forever.

Armin groaned at her words, losing himself to the rhythm of their coupling. Every word stoked the flames of desire, burning away all inhibitions. He pounded into Jocelyn, each thrust driving them closer to release.

"God damn, you feel so tight"

"Just like that," *he encouraged, leaning down to bite her shoulder gently. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come." Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as their souls intertwined. They were one, united by passion and secrets.

"armin.... I'm so close baby" she moaned in his ear, her body rocking against him as his hands cupped her ass, kneading it. Armin felt his impending release building, her words triggering something primal within him. He needed to be there when she climaxed, sharing in her ecstasy.

"Cum for me, my princess," he urged, thrusting faster. His hands held onto her ass, using it as leverage for his rhythm.

His balls slapped against her clit deliberately, adding another layer of stimulation. It wouldn't be long now - they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion.

one of her hands held onto his chest, clawing at it as she came on his cock, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back. "I can feel it all in my stomach," she whined, her lips meeting with his.

Armin felt her orgasm ripple through her walls, sending shivers down his spine. He matched her pace, wanting to feel her climax firsthand.

"That's it, baby," he praised, meeting her lips with his. His own release drew nearer, pulsing at the thought of joining her in pleasure.

"Feel me cumming inside you," he muttered against her mouth. "So tight...." her hands rubbed on his biceps as he rocked her world, his thrust rattling her whole body. "Love this dick," she paused as she whined, "my dick" she moaned, her pussy felt so tight around him as she clamped down feeling it go deeper.

Armin gasped at her words, feeling her clasp around him. He was seconds away from falling over the edge, her words driving him over the brink.

"Yours, princess," he mewled, thrusting deeper. "All yours."

He released then, his seed filling her completely. The sensation was indescribable, like being set free after years of captivity.

Finally, they lay panting on the haystack, their bodies sticky and spent. Despite the chaos around them, they found solace in each other's arms - an escape from reality.

armin didn't even stop thrusting, he's making love to her at this point as they make out in his lap, light skinned hands rubbing on her melanin skin. "Armin... Fuck, I love you.."

Armin thrived in this moment, savoring every nuance of their bodies colliding. He couldn't get enough of her, needing to fill himself with her warmth.

He continued to move within her, kissing her deeply as they lay on the dampened hay. Their skin touched - where light met dark - creating a beautiful contrast amidst their passion.

Each thrust felt like reclamation, a testament to their undying love. Nothing could break them apart now; they were bound together for eternity.

The barn door creaked open, interrupting their post-coital bliss. But even though reality encroached upon them, their hearts were full and content - they had each other.

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ar3s-r4t-qu33n · 4 months ago

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Why I Think Johnny Kills Danny (Before the Game even starts):

Footage by me <3 eating shit when I was a Julie Main (Maria gal now ever since she came out but both of them are SO WEAK Gun PLEASE give Jules a speed boost and Maria's ability do SOMETHING MORE-) but just for a full visual so folks can see what this animation full looks like

First, I wanna go over the fact that Johnny and Danny are foils of each other. I think I'm using the word correctly? Think about Danny's backstory; a scrappy orphan who's good with his hands, specifically mechanics, who presumably grew up on a farm (I personally believe that Jared Gaines is part of Danny's foster family, but that's pure speculation based on them both being Texans with the same last name, so I have no idea), and has gone on to turn his life into something, attending a university and meeting the girl of his dreams. He is a sweetheart, doting, devoted, a real Southern gentleman through and through.

And now Johnny; a scrappy orphan who, if those are oil stains on his gloves and what Ronnie Hobbs (creative director) for the game said in an interview about Johnny being designed to 'look like a guy who helps out at a gas station' (paraphrasing) and the fact that he lives in a god damn scrapyard, is good with his hands, specifically mechanics, who grew up on a farm and has been forced to be something he is not- a brutal killer. Despite fighting against it, he has had no choice but to be a Slaughter and has grown to be especially brutal because of that. He doesn't want it, he has no choice, therefore he will be the best fucking killer there is. He is cruel, cold, has found a way to take pleasure in his craft, but is also incredibly charming, a soft side to him that can be heard through the way he speaks to Hands, Choptop and sometimes Nubbins, even Nancy gets a somewhat distant affection from him in some of his lines.

The two are almost perfect parallels, hell, maybe if Johnny had been able to stay with Judith and have a normal life, he and Danny could have been almost identical.

Now, contrary to what some folks think, I do believe that Johnny is in love with Maria. Not a normal love, not a healthy love, but a love nonetheless, and a love that is entirely his own, the first person he has ever chosen to love on his own, not because they were 'family' and he had to. As I said in my Johnny's Bluffing analysis, he initially plans to seduce and kill Maria just like every other woman he takes a vague interest in, but, because she's in love with Danny, he can't do that, and is instead forced to be around her sweet, kind, loving self and he falls head over heels for her. Who wouldn't? So he kidnaps her, luckily Grandpa takes a shine to her and lets her stay with a 'not dinner' badge, and Johnny finally has her to himself.

There's only one problem; she doesn't love him.

'Pretty Boy' Johnny has never struggled to make people like him or even fall for him. That's the easy part for him, he's used to being sexualised and leans into it. People fall at his feet all the time, so why is it the one woman he actually wants won't? Maria admits in her letters home on the Maria Flores Tribute Account on Instagram that she finds him attractive. But her heart belongs to Danny. No matter how hard he tries, Maria can't fall for him. Everyone in the family knows he loves her, but she doesn't feel the same, not only because she loves someone else, but because he went about it completely wrong. He likely spends a whole week down there trying to get her to want him, every trick in the book, just trying to make her feel for him what he does for her, but it just isn't working.

And then...

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The man who he sees as keeping Maria from him literally shows up on his front door step.

We know from the Devs that Danny leaves early to go find Maria. I believe that he is dead before the gang arrive to save her, same as how I think Virginia dies before they get there, and I also think that Maria never finds out that Danny dies at all.

Now, obviously what happens in the trailer isn't the entire 100% truth as to what goes down here, but we have a general gist, and I believe that in Nancy's line of questioning, she gets angry at Danny and that is why she attacks him in a pretty reckless move for someone who seems so calculated and careful.

Not only has this 'floosy' taken her sweet boy's attention away from her, but she already has a boyfriend!? Nancy is insulted on Johnny's behalf, and is confirmed in her suspicions that Maria is no good for him. Because if he must have someone, they better devote themselves to him the way she does. If Johnny has to have someone, they better fucking let him, and not have some boyfriend waiting for them back home to complicate things.

Danny obviously fights Nancy off and runs away to the spare bedroom (where Maria's camera happens to be, I wonder why that is? wink wink nudge nudge I have my thoughts about that if y'all wanna know em), getting out into the scrapyard. He's locked in now, on his own facing Nancy on her land.

Right?

Well... no. Because who lives in that scrapyard?

Either Johnny is already there in his shack, or he'll be back from the Family House soon, and Nancy will tell him who Danny is and that he hurt his mother.

And Johnny isn't going to like that.

Something about his animation for the 'Choke Artist' Execution that I've always found interesting is the level of anger he has whilst doing it. We know that choking is Johnny's favourite method of killing someone, it's what he's known for around Texas in his various murders. So why isn't he enjoying himself? He only seems to enjoy it once he knows that they're dead, but during the choking is a sheer rage that seems totally different to every single one of his other kills.

Well, picture this:

Johnny has spent all this time trying to get the only person he has ever loved to want him. He can't handle rejection, he's never had to before, he doesn't know how to handle any of these feelings, the good, the bad, the rotten, he's a confused and vulnerable mess and he hates it. And then here comes Danny, the man who not only stole his beloved's heart and is holding it out of his reach, but also is everything Johnny could have been, he has everything Johnny could have wanted; freedom, friends, a normal life, the girl of his fucking dreams. And not only has he come here to throw all of that in Johnny's face, but he has attacked his mother and wants to take the only person Johnny has ever loved away from him.

And Johnny just sees Red.

And then, maybe a few days, maybe a whole ass week later, Virginia breaks in, tries to save Maria, and is murdered on the spot. There's no way she survives that house, Maria has the Grandpa Pass and I honestly think Johnny would start slashing if anyone went for her, and we see Uncle Hands pop 'round for a cuppa just as Virginia tries to escape, he is GETTING her ass. Few days after that, the Gang show up and all are killed bar Maria. Whether or not she survives the Family is something we don't know. But she never escapes them. I have my personal headcanon on what I think happens to her, Johnny, Sissy and Nancy once the Gang are dead, but that's for another time. But as it stands, Maria knows Virginia is dead, that all of her friends are dead, that her little sister is dead, but likely never finds out about Danny. Because she'd either have to find his body (and, knowing Johnny and Nancy, he's either in the sunflower patch or Devil's River by now), or Johnny would have to tell her. And he'd rather die than do that.

Idk, just how I personally see things, I wanna reiterate that as with all of my posts and analysies here, it's all my personal interpretation of events and none of this has been confirmed by Gun or anyone associated with them, none of this is canon and please do not mistake it as such, I just adore this game and Maria/Johnny/Sissy as characters and think about them way too much.

Lemme know what y'all think though!! I've building my own personal timeline and 'who kills who and in what order' list, so if folks wanna hear about that or have any questions or anything else from me, please let me know!!

Also I promised I'd tag @alittlebitofeverthang in this so here you go!!

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alexas-fandom-and-random-blog · 8 months ago

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I need to get it out of my chest so here's some Striker theories/speculations fandom has come up with that I heavily dislike and why.

Striker has some royalty blood from one parent or both.

Oh God that would suck so much if it became canon cause it absolutely defeats the purpose of his character so far, that of being a lower class imp hating royals with valid reasons even if his actions are violent and sadistic.

As he is he has such an interesting antagonistic role in the story and offers a bunch of good lines directly opposing and questioning the heroes values, choices and morality.

His mere presence and open bashing of the upper class is just good social commentary! If his hatred stems from a combination of his narcissistic nature and bitterness that being born an imp (even mixed or hybrid) robs him from ascending further into the social ladder or even if he survived a traumatic encounter with a royal as its implied and it's fuelled by anger or a combo of all those things all are good for telling a compelling story! All can be done in very interesting ways!

But making him yet another character tied closer to royalty than just being a random person that got screwed over is honestly an underwhelming concept.

Getting screwed over for no good or justified reason should be common with Hell's racist and classist system as its been presented so far and we should get confirmation of that instead of having Striker added to the trend of each of the main characters having special connections with higher ups. It's not only redundant at this point but would make his motivation and social commentary that much weaker.

I swear if it just becomes another daddy or mommy issue imma rage quit so fast!

Striker is half shark demon

His sound design is explicitly constantly emulating the noises a rattlesnake makes. Since he's most likely a hybrid and he says to Blitzo how they are "superior to most of our kind" he's definitely part imp. So we got two halves and we got snake demon and imp, so it's basically covered? lol I don't know how this theory became so popular😅

He doesn't even look close to the design of the other sharks

he only looks like Chaz a little bit.

And lots of characters share similar characteristics like that snout.

This one had some merit with the ringed eyes and imma be real I haven't noticed those elsewhere but like even if he had a grandpa shark what purpose would that serve?

Bah I just don't like it. Let the man be a slimy snake! Its more unique and it suits him better!

Striker is asexual cause he got grossed out by sex jokes

No...just no..

To be clear you could totally read him as asexual! But the reason being the damn sex jokes is giving me whiplash. Striker got flustered and frustrated at best cause the timing of each sex joke was inappropriate as all hell and cause everyone did it as he tried to be intimidating and threaten/kill them. If anything they were bruises to his ego not any indication to his libido.

But like... In all seriousness asexual confirmation deserves more than a reaction to sex jokes.

Hellaverse does it better with Alastor. In his case it does tie in with his sexuality.

Same goes with all the theories that he's homophobic too.

He did the sexy villain thing trying to seduce Blitzo like so explicitly and smiled when Blitzo called it hot then! What are you talking about?

Different situation, more receptive to sexual undertones and instigating them too. That's what I'm trying to say!

And again. Asexual reading can apply. But it can't be just the sex jokes alright?!😭

(yeah yeah it's a joke on itself. still valid I get it.)

Striker is related to Crimson and Moxxie.

Oh this one is the worst one and absolutely gives me a heart attack and thank goodness for the crew's soft confirmation that they aren't via strixxie fanart cause no joke I'd cry since its my favourite ship!

It's just similar horns!!! Striker was designed as a mix between Moxxie and Blitzo and that's the only reason why!

Striker also had sexual tension with Blitzo on screen are you gonna tell me they are related too cause he was designed with half of him in mind?

I hate this theory so much.

Granted purely for shipping reasons but holy shit it got popular and I hated that!

I've had enough with turning every ship into potential incest just cause and harassing fans over it!

Got such "Fizz and Blitzo are siblings" deja vu😬

Ahem...

Anyways yeah that's all.

To end it more positively I love the snake man! Didn't spot him on the trailer but still hope we see him in the upcoming episodes🥺

Preferably doing shit like this and traumatizing everyone lmao! (with no godawful statue jokes in sight thank you very much)

#rant #Striker #alexia posts #helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva boss critical #fandom critical #this is mostly unserious #😂

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candywife333 · 1 year ago

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Better Have My Money

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-SLATED TO RELEASE IN DECEMBER

chubby caretaker reader x CEO jungkook

"You gold digger, how dare you seduce my grandfather with your feminine wiles? How did you do it with that fat ass? Must've blindfolded my poor grandpa".

I turned around, almost wheezing with laughter still stuck in my lungs, "Hey, don't call me a gold digger dude. That is insulting to me. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend. Why would I settle for something as cheap as gold? And why do you think I seduced your grandpa. I was just his caretaker bro, that's it."

Jungkook bit out, enraged with his eyes blazing, "Then why the hell did he write you in the fucking will you bitch? He left half of his net worth to you"?!!! The dude grabbed the collar of my starch white Ralph Lauren polo, "Do you even comprehend what you have done"?!!

I pushed the dude's hand off , "Dude stop trying to choke me. This is a premium polo, do you know that? I have to return it back to the store next week. You intend on accusing me of things I didn't do and now you want me to have the misfortune of not getting a refund". My eyes got misty as I whimpered out," What type of demon are you? Trying to make the poor poorer I see. You utter rascal".

He looked like steam was coming out of his eyes as he shouted, "How dare you call me a rascal!!! You whorish vixen"!! I thought I would get offended but I was really impressed by his vocabulary. I shook his sleeve, "Dude, do you read historical romance or something? Like the Bridgertons or Outlander. Because your vocabulary is hella impressive. You must've memorized the entire SAT vocabulary list". I waved my hands to silence him. "Forget it. Just listen to me for a second. If you want to get me off this mythical will you speak of, you will have to silence me with either the power of your pocket or the power of the P".

He stared at me quizzically, as though he were confused. I smiled placatingly, "Look, it is very simple. Either you pay me a direct cash deposit of 75 percent of whatever I was promised by your grandfather, or you pay me in sex".

His jaw dropped open, so open that a few cockroaches could fly in if he let them. He seemed to choke on his own spit, coughing till he solemnly sputtered out, "Number one is not on the table. What the hell do you mean by sex"?!!!

I assessed him, with a twitch of one of my eyebrows, "It's an age old profession bro. If I really must explain it", I sat down on a bench and explained , "you must voraciously plunder my depths so to speak". He gulped as he gawked at me with something similar to disgust, "Plunder your depths? You mean that I am supposed to fuck your lardy ass to get rid of you".

I smiled , nodding enthusiastically ," I wouldn't put it in such an uncouth, uncultured manner. To put it in a more sophisticated manner, you must ravage me passionately". He continued to look more confused, so I sighed and clarified with gravity, "To put it more precisely, I want to rattle your snake, la chupa your cabra, or even better, hanky your panky". He gasped in horror, eyes widening as though he had seen a ghost. " But essentially, yes, you must tup me with your very long member for approximately a month". With an astonished face he menacingly bit out, "And how would you know that it is very long you trollop"?

My eyes glinted in the sun as I chirped out sunnily, "Those pants fit you very well Sir, if you must know. And after having consumed enough erotica for years, I can tell you one thing". I winked obnoxiously as I eyed his pants, " My estimation skills never have failed me".

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kahlanmars · 1 year ago

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BAD FEELING part. 32

MASTERLIST

32. Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER

«If we are late, I swear to Panem…» You murmur, because Haymitch has to put on a shirt and to stop kissing you.

«What are you going to do? Tell me.» He challenges, and he is right because you won’t do anything. The sight of your man is alluring, especially when he can’t keep his hands off of you.

«We have to celebrate baby Finn.» You pout, trying hard not to laugh because he looks like a teenager.

You are in Four, all of you, even Katniss who had a special permit for Finn’s celebration, and you are overjoyed. You really missed your friends, and you spent most of the holiday gossiping with Perla and Lora and, well, the other part kissing and smooching with your non boyfriend.

You won’t see him for a whole week, because you are going away with Effie and Portia at the end of the holiday. It’s time for your internship to begin, now you are healthy enough and you feel stronger than before. You spent two months in bed, revered and served and you enjoyed it when you stopped being in pain (You will deny it, but maybe you could have stayed up a week before. Or two. But you didn’t have to cook or clean and when the sex strike was revoked, well, it was like a paradise. A holiday. And he never questioned why you were able to help the reconstruction in the district and not him at your home.)

Haymitch took the change well, if “Well” means trying to take you to bed every five minutes and kissing you in front of everybody, which is huge for him. You are not going to complain about the sudden affection.

You know he would have preferred having you behaving like a despotic queen from your bed but at home, instead of your usual self in Capitol City, even if he won’t tell you. But once a week he can see you and after the internship you will return.

«Only Finnick could call his son “Finn”. Egomaniac.»

You snort but you are fast to use his distraction to wear your blue dress before he decides to rip it out. Finn is an adorable baby, always with a smile on his face and Finnick is so happy he glows. Both him and Annie are so tired they have to stop the conversation and enjoy five minutes of nap sometimes, but when they watch the baby, the look on their faces tells you it’s worth it.

«Annie chose it. And stop the charade, you are happy for him. He is another of your children. That makes you a grandpa!»

The shock on his face is definitely worth the joke, but when he attacks you, he knows you’re ticklish way too much, you squeal and laugh.

«Say that again.» He dares you, pushing you onto the mattress with his weight. The temperature in the room changes quickly, in a moment his strong hands are wandering around the zip of your dress and you suspect you are going to be late after all. You normally hate to be late but you are going to be in Capitol City tomorrow morning, so you want to indulge yourself a little.

«You are the hottest grandpa in town.» You taunt him, your voice lower and seductive now, and you eagerly accept his kisses and the hand that goes under your dress. It’s been almost a year now, and yet you are still crushing hard on this man. You love him, of course, but you are also in love. You prepare yourself for hours to be beautiful for him, you cook his favourite meals for special occasions, and you love when he reads to you with his deep voice. You even love when he feeds the geese, calling the animals with the names of the people you really know. The most quiet one is Peeta.

«If I’m a grandpa, Gorgeous, you are a grandma.» He whispers against your ear before kissing your lobe.

«Oh no, I’m the sexy young girl who seduced you, don’t you remember?»

«WE ARE GOING WITH OR WITHOUT YOU.» Perla shouts from the other room. She is not a patient person, and since you are in her house you have to follow her rules. And maybe you are not the easiest hosts ever. You always sneak out to make out and you giggle in dark corners.

«We are coming!» You answer her, and you threaten Haymitch with a finger on his face. «Don’t even try to sneak away.»

He snorts. «I would never. I love a party for someone who doesn’t even know how to poop.»

You wrinkle your nose. «You disgusting, disgusting man.»

He presses a rumorous kiss on your ear just to spite you. «And yet you love me anyway.»

The party looks like something that a family would do. Jellyfishes made on paper decorate the room, and sparkly fishes are printed on the windows. You are cutting the bread for everyone - the dreadful sea bread from district four - humming a song from Twelve, while Effie and Portia are fussing over Finn who sits on Annie, Peeta and Haymitch are playing chess, and Lora, Perla, Katniss and the others are on the couch, chatting. Mags is on a rocking chair, half sleeping, half listening.

The only people who are at home are Marjorie and Ivy, and Holly. Holly and Marjorie are closer than ever, especially since she is with Ivy now. Holly loves children and Ivy is a treasure of a child, you too spent a lot of time with her, telling her stories and fairytales.

Katniss is doing better, you think. She speaks with Prim everyday on the phone, she refuses to talk with her mother - her mother never calls her, tho - and she is in your house on a daily basis with an excuse or the other, looking for Haymitch. You wanted to tell her it’s not a problem if she wants to see his adoptive father, but he stopped you, claiming she would stop showing up because she would have been too embarrassed.

Peeta returns to the district today after six months in the Capitol hospital, and he will be with Katniss for the first time. He is not stable yet, but the doctors say he is ready for the next step.

As for Haymitch, he is really trying to stay sober. You threw out all the alcohol in the house - actually you sell the closed bottles, because why not - and you asked Finnick not to buy it for the party. He is learning how to live without booze, and sometimes it’s so hard, but your man is strong.

It’s a miracle you are all in District Four. After Coin was killed by Katniss and you were shot, the girl risked her life. District Thirteen didn’t want to let her go. Haymitch and Plutarch fought to keep her alive, and Coin was replaced as president by Command Paylor, the leader of the rebel forces In District Eight. You quite like her, she is not a fame or power hungry person, she wants what is right. She decided to pardon Katniss for her action, she voted against the new Hunger Games and she destroyed the arenas. She built memorials, and now she claims Capitol City is a new city with her. You don’t know if you believe her, but she is helping the districts as well with the reconstruction, so she is surely better than Snow and Coin, and for now that’s enough.

«Tomorrow we will go shopping, darling girl.» Effie announces. That’s another thing you have to clear up, because you don’t have any money and you have no intention of using Haymitch’s. You are thrilled you’re going to be in Effie’s home, first because you are really curious about her house, and second because you are going to live with your friend. You would really miss Effie.

«She doesn’t need clothes, isn’t she there to make clothes?» He asks, more to engage a banter with his friend than anything else.

«She needs to mingle. A perfect fashion choice will make it easier.» You have three dresses. Two for every day and one for special occasions, that in the District were weddings, funerals or the Hunger Games. You also have a pair of trousers, a nightgown and a coat, and it’s more than most in Twelve.

«Maybe I can wait for the first month?» You taint. After the first month you will have a salary, and after a part for Holly, you could spend the rest to “mingle”.

«I have an announcement.» Lora says, so proud. It’s so good to see Lora happy, in the mess that is the war you forget that she is nineteen. This girl with big wide eyes is the youngest among you.

«Tell us!» Perla encourages her, and maybe she needs it because she rarely speaks in the group. She is witty and funny but nobody knows it, except for Chaff who was her mentor and a little bit of a father figure, like Haymitch for Katniss.

«I’m moving to Capitol City too. I don’t know what to do, but I want to travel, and I don’t want to stay in my district, so…» She declares, torturing her fingers. She is nervous, but you are so happy.

«So we'll be together!» You finish for her and you go to hug her. «But where are you staying? In a hotel?»

«Well, I have some news too…» Perla stands up, and Cinna becomes crimson. «I’m moving to Capitol too… because we are moving together.»

«Us three! Again!» You hug them in a group hug. The trio is together again, and now for the first time it’s not for a suicidal mission or a killing machine television game. That counts as progress.

«Yeah, well, I still have my family house here, but… yeah.» You feel calmer already, you are not alone in a new city. Effie and Portia are beyond generous, but they are home there. Perla and Lora can feel what you feel, it’s a new adventure for them as well.

«For six months, right?» Haymitch asks you, hugging you from behind.

«Six months.» You promise.

«You are long gone, my friend.» Chaff intervenes. «This one ruined you.»

You tend to forget Chaff is there, and you feel mean because he is one of Haymitch’s best friends.

«He is not ruined!» Annie protests, «He is in love.»

And now you know your man would want to scoff, but if it’s Annie who talks he is gentle, like with Lora.

«Isn’t that the same thing?» The eleven victor adds.

«Shut up.» He murmurs before kissing you again because he refuses to be embarrassed.

«Hey, do you want to go for a walk?» Haymitch asks you while you are putting on your coats, after the party ends. You think Finn liked your present, an enormous stuffed animal (a dolphin) you sewed yourself. You needed to spend time while you were in bed, and it was worth it when the kid saw it.

You are not that happy to leave. Maybe District Twelve is nowhere to be great, but you miss your home. And it will be rare from now on to be all together, and even if you like what you are going to do, and you are overjoyed Perla and Lora will be with you, you will live in Effie’s house so you will be with her, but this is good. This, a family dinner with everybody. Finnick and Annie are living their dream with baby Finn (and they love it, they are born to be parents and you bet you are celebrating the birth of another baby soon), you want to be there for them. For Finn too, you are ready to be a cool aunt. You want your mommy near you, and she took the fact that you’ll live with Effie Trinket very badly. She feels threatened by her presence, like she is another parent or something, but for you Effie is more like an older sister.

And Haymitch… you are not ready to see him once a week, maybe twice a month sometimes. You are so used to always being in his arms, to talk to him about everything and now you have to talk to him through the phone. No kisses. No hugs. No cuddles even if he claims that “he doesn’t cuddle”. No “Come to bed, sweetheart” and you will read side by side until one of you begins to kiss the other’s neck.

But it’s your dream, you will become a good tailor, you will learn so much from Portia and you will return to Twelve.

«A romantic walk? With you?» You repeat in disbelief because he is not the romantic type at all. He is the one who refused to light candles - because you are not sixteen - at your first proper date in the house - because he doesn’t date. At the first mention that if he doesn’t date then you could date other people, he stated that you were his. And then he cooked your favourite meal for dinner.

«Does it have to be romantic? Can’t it be just a walk?» He complains and his voice is rough and annoyed, but he squeezes your hand tight.

«Well it’s a walk with your girl and there’s the ocean so…» And the sight of Four is really stunning. The ocean is so peaceful you almost don’t miss the meadow, but after the shark in the Games you don’t like to be in open water. Doctor Aurelius claims you need to overcome your fear, but then again Doctor Aurelius didn’t see a mutt white shark in front of her and you need time.

«If you don’t want to, we can just go back at Perla's.» This is not his usual answer, it’s rough even for him.

«No, no, let’s go.» You wince. «Are you nervous?»

«Perfectly fine.» He lies. That liar. He can’t say that he is sad because you move to Capitol City.

«Not thrilled that I go?» You try.

«You can go, babe, I bought you the ticket.» Babe. He uses the term “Babe” or “Babygirl” when something is wrong. You don’t like them and he knows it.

«I know I can go, thank you for the permit.» You jump into his arms. «But you can be sad too. I’m sad. Are you sad?»

«…Maybe.» He admits.

«Good. That means you love me. And that also means that every weekend will be precious.» You whisper against his lips. «And I will sew a lot of lingeries…»

The annoyed glimpse in his eyes is replaced by pure lust.

«Don’t put so much effort on them, I’ll rip them out every time.» He closes the space between your lips in a passionate kiss that definitely doesn’t belong in a street, it would be better in a bed. You can’t help it if he flirts like that.

«Walk.» You remind him, licking your lips.

«Walk.» He agrees.

«If Katniss needs me, or Peeta, or my mother, please call me.» Or if you need me, you want to say, but you know he wouldn’t appreciate it. You are a little anxious about the alcohol stuff and the survival guilt.

«No one will need you, Sweetheart.» He kisses your hair «Go and have fun.»

«I’ll try.» You promise. You are a little worried about your mother, and… you are scared, of course.

«Is Effie okay with the visits? I don’t want her thrilling voice to wake me up in the morning every week.»

«I think so, yeah. We can stay in a motel sometimes, or with Perla and Cinna.»

«Yeah, no. Not Perla.»

You almost burst into laughter at his tone. When you were in a coma, Perla was the one friend who stayed with you the most with Lora. Haymitch and Holly were arguing about everything, she said, and while Lora has a sweet temper and a great patience, Perla is hot blooded and frequently snapped.

«You don’t like my friends!?» You try to sound accusing.

«I don’t mind Lora. Perla on the other hand…» His expression says everything.

«Oh c’mon. She is great.»

«You just say that because she has blue eyes.»

«That’s not true. She also has great boobs.» You see his glare, «What? It’s true.» It is true. Perla is stunning. Sparkling blue eyes, legs for days and you are not blind, you can see her cleavage. You are in love with Haymitch but you are still bisexual, it’s not your fault you have eyes.

«That’s it, I’m going to lock you up in the highest tower.» He shakes his head.

«Oh, with a dragon to guard me?»

«No, you would manage to turn it into a pet in a week.»

«I don’t know, it would be fun to be a damsel in distress…» You trace patterns on his chest with your fingers. «And you are so hot as an evil king.»

His eyes darken and he takes you in his arms to kiss you again. «If we keep doing this, we will go back now.»

«No, I want my romantic walk. No more flirting with you.»

«It’s not a romantic walk. It’s a walk. Go to Perla if you want your romantic walk.» Yes, she is the right person for a romantic anything. You are sure she prepared the “Moving to Capitol” thing for weeks before talking about it with Cinna.

«You are not jealous at all, congrats! You know I only want my man.» You indulge on his lips again, taking his arm close to you. «Plus, she has a boyfriend.»

«He is far too old to be called “boyfriend”.» You chuckle at his displeasure for the word. He fixed on this thing. You secretly call him your boyfriend with the girls, but when he hears that he grunts.

«And what is she supposed to call him?» You laugh.

«I don’t know, partner?»

«Do I need to call you “Partner” too?»

«’Was hoping “Husband”.»

What?

You turn around and he is handing you a little red box. Not on his knee, of course, and his expression is kinda annoyed, like he really doesn’t like to be in this situation.

This situation, asking you to marry him. A marriage. A wedding. A wedding and a toasting. And a life with him, forever, and nobody could say anything.

«Oh my…» Daisy Abernathy. Daisy Pinecone Abernathy. It suits you, you think, maybe you can sign your dresses as DPA, or Daisy A. Pinecone, and the kids in the district will call you Mrs. Abernathy.

You, a married woman. With Haymitch. You can only imagine it. Haymitch is not the kind of guy who asks you to marry him, you are speechless.

You put your hands on your mouth and you are completely speechless. He opens the red little box and inside there is a ring.

Well, of course there is a ring, but it’s the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. It’s very simple, but it is made of gold and there’s even a little diamond on it. You have no idea where it comes from, there are no diamonds in the district. Well of course there are in the mines, but not on rings.

«Doesn’t need to be tomorrow.» He clarifies. «Or a Capitol thing. We go, we sign, we do a toasting and that’s it.»

«You are crazy.» You only manage to say.

«That’s the smart thing to do, you know if one of us is sick the other can take a decision and you could have my money if I die, things like that.»

You try hard not to laugh. «You propose and then you talk about dying? Right now?»

«Usually people say yes or now.» He is sounding a little nervous, and you remember you didn’t actually say anything.

«Yes! Yes of course, yes!» You jump into his arms and give him a deep passionate kiss. The world stops turning just for a moment.

«Daisy Abernathy.» He whispers against your lips. «Sounds good, mh?»

«Daisy Pinecone Abernathy.»

Yes. Daisy Pinecone Abernathy.

Your name.

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THIS IS THE ENDDDDD. I'm so saaad and happyyy we got to finishhhh.

I want to ask you, would you like a sequel? I think I'll do it, but if you are not interested I can post it only on AO3.

SO SO SOOOOO LAST CHAPTER.

taglist: @crimsonincursive

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chriscdcase95 · 2 months ago

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This crossover prompt crept up on me about a week ago, and now I gotta share it with you.

Spoilers for Terrifier 3 below.

When Gabbie ends up in Hell, what if it ends up being the same Hell of Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss ? And it isn’t long before her presence gets the attention of Hell’s hire ups.

Now naturally, Gabbie would ultimately end up at the Hotel…but before that, the presence of a living child in Hell is such a rarity that the Overlords (and possibly some of the Princes) squabble over Gabbie’s soul. The demon responsible for Gabbie being in Hell was seemingly destroyed, which means her soul is up for grabs, so this is more of a “custody battle” of who gets to foster Gabbie during her stay.

Some Overlords (Carmilla, Rosie, Zestial) may be somewhat altruistic about it, though the Vee’s are...less altruistic — but fold almost immediately because even both Velvette and Vox want Gabbie to have nothing to do with Valentino. So ultimately, Gabbie ends up in Charlie’s hands, leaving Charlie and Vaggie as the de-facto foster moms to a traumatized Gabbie.

Meanwhile on Earth, Sienna manages to make contact with Heaven. Sera is gob-smacked by Sienna being divinely chosen — implying that God or the ultimate force of good is above even Heaven — and Lute wants to exploit it after taking command of the Exorcists. Lute hears about Art’s exploits and what he put Sienna and her family through; propagating Art as this Calvinistic example of ALL sinners, and using Sienna as this figurehead to rally behind. Like some sort of female Doom Slayer.

While Sienna is righteous in her goals, Lute wants to exploit it, twist it and seduce Sienna into being “the righteous sword that will cleave all sinners.” Maybe Lute (partially) genuinely empathizes with Sienna due to losing a loved one, while also using that empathy to get Sienna to trust her. On the other hand, we have Emily, who tries to help Sienna heal from her trauma through compassion, understanding and trying to move past her pain. Maybe there's some sapphic undertones and subtext between the three.

So we got scenes of Sienna being trained to master her combat prowess and her angelic abilities; learning of Hell from Lute’s perspective; Lute showing Sienna Hell (mainly having her follow IMP around) as an example of total depravity; while Emily introduces Sienna to Ser Pentious as an example of the opposite. This would be juxtaposed with Charlie and Vaggie comforting Gabbie from a nightmare; Lucifer going into doting grandpa mode; Angel taking Gabbie backstage at a Verosika Mayday concert to get her autograph (Gabbie and Sienna listened to her music on Earth), etc

And then we got Art; it turns out that he spends his “hibernation” in Hell, and returns there following 3. Now during his time in Hell, Art has been planning on becoming an Overlord, but is looked down on; some because of actual standards; some because Art puts them off. But the collective answer is “This is Art we’re talking about!” The overlords meeting Gabbie and hearing her story didn’t help. On Earth, Art is a menace; in Pentagram City, he’s a small fish in a big pond.

At one point, Art has a “Sad Times Montage” set to And I Guess That’s Why It The Blues. Played for dark laughs of course.

And it’s not like Art can break into the hotel to terrorize Gabbie further; he’s nutsy but this is a rare time he has to pull his punches - Alastor's there; Lucifer's there; Nifty is there. It doesn’t help that when Art actually sees or meets Lucifer…he has this Scarlet Gospels style Broken Pedestal moment, and plans to venture into the Ninth Circle.

Art believes the demon who resurrected him to be down there, and finds a way to resurrect that demon to start an uprising against Lucifer, and bring Hell back to “The way it's supposed to be” To that end, Art infiltrates IMP in hopes of getting access to the other Circles. Depending on how Satan's portrayed in Helluva Boss, he might be the one Art is trying to reach.

As for Art's interactions at IMP, they reluctantly put up with him, with Blitzo being the only one not put off by him, but still annoyed with his antics. But, Art is a certified killing machine, so they accept his “employment.” IMP's acquaintances aren't that fond of Art either; Fizzarolli for more professional reasons - he is an earnest clown, while he thinks Art is only in it for aesthetics; Veroskia and her posse “No, just no.” reaction to him.

Art doesn't get the results he wants from IMP, so he reaches out to other demons like Stella, Striker, Crimson, and sells them on his plans to overthrow Lucifer and back his journey into the 9th Circle. I like to think he sells these plans to them through a game of charades, not breaking his silent clown streak.

And then we got Victoria Heyes. Due to her possession and death, her soul is (unfairly) damned to Hell. But since the demon who claimed her was seemingly destroyed, that means her soul is up for grabs. As with Gabbie, she is auctioned off among Overlords to decide who had ownership of her soul; unlike Gabbie she ends up with with Velvette or Vox to work as a secretary (“Because- because it's Vee's...V...Victoria...how is it not clicking to you ?”).

On the upside, Victoria's face is restored...kinda, but she still has her own lingering trauma of what Art and the demon put her through. However, the more she adjusts to civilian life in Hell, the more she really heals and adjusts. Sort of. She still has a setback in being a secretary for either Vox or Velvette, but she still sees it as a step up from being the Entity's puppet.

So on one side of the scale, we have Sienna being groomed to lead the Exorcists to save Gabbie; as well as Emily trying to show Sienna there's another way. We have Gabbie finding some relief and healing from her trauma when she ends up in Charlie's care.

We have Victoria having something like a healing arc as she ends up having a better time in Hell than she did on Earth; and we have Art get this ATSV!Spot-like arc where he's initially considered a joke and an annoyance by Hell's hierarchy...and gradually gains more power and becomes a threat that both Heaven and Hell take seriously.

I dunno, just something that came to me in the middle of the night.

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rickorty4thesoul · 6 months ago

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Just a small excerpt from a fic <3 Sexual but in a crack/humorous kind of way? Basically just Morty seducing his grandfather for his own personal gain.

Rick looked up quickly, and almost choked at the sight of his grandson just standing there leaning against the doorframe in a skimpy outfit.

His eyes traveled downwards, taking in the pale bare skin that was showing in too many places, and what was covering anything was very, very fitting...aw fuck. Rick's head snapped up and he forced himself to look at Morty's face and nothing else.

"What-" He finally choked out, "What the actual fuck are you wearing?!" When did Morty even get this outfit, he hated shopping. And why was Rick only seeing it now? The scientist shook his head to clear away the thoughts. 'Keep it together, Sanchez. You can be a horny fuck later.'

Morty shrugged innocently, the movement causing the bottom of his top to hike up higher, giving Rick a very good view of the boy's chest before it fell back down. "I wanted to try something new. You don't like it?" He asked, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. "Y-You said you didn't care about things like this, so I thought... I'll go change."

Rick inwardly groaned. Great, wasn't he supposed to support whatever his grandson wanted to do with his body and life? Beth will definitely kill him for this. "Fuck-no, Morty, it's fine, I was surprised that's all. Don't get your panties in a twist. Wait, are you actually wearing panties?"

Morty giggled at that, the sound making Rick have to cross his legs quickly, lest he let the whole world know he was enjoying this too much. It was almost like the kid was doing this on purpose...

Yeah, right. That was just the wistful thinking of a demented old man. But, damn, the brat was lucky he had SOME morals and cared too much about him to do anything when he wanted nothing more than to ravish the boy in front of him.

Said boy frowned and moved towards Rick, taking his face in his hands. "Are you okay, Rick? Your face is red, are you running a fever," he asked, looking up at the scientist from his long eyelashes. "Is there something I can do to help? Water, medicine, something sweet maybe? That always makes me feel better."

Rick stared, open-mouthed, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, something sweet..." What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

Morty's entire face lit up, and he reached into his pocket pulling out a lollipop, before unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. He slowly twirled it around in his mouth with his tongue, making it way more suggestive than sucking a lollipop should ever be.

Morty noticed Rick's surprised stare and smiled smugly. 'Bingo!' He mentally cheered. This had to have been the first time he had seen his grandfather completely speechless. Just a little bit more and that gaming console was all his.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want one? I only have this one, but I could share it with you," he said, giving the lollipop an extra roll around in his mouth. He watched as Rick's eyes followed every movement, the old man's Adam's apple moving up and down nervously. Morty's eyes narrowed in concentration.

Time to step it up a notch. He climbed up on the old man's lap, placing his hands on the back of Rick's chair and pushing him back slightly. Rick's eyes snapped wide open in panic, and finally tried to push Morty off him. "Okay, okay, whatever you're playing at you need to stop. Hey, are you listening to me?!"

Green eyes sparkled with amusement and Rick realized the little shit was enjoying this. What was his game plan? Was this a dare or was he trying to embarrass him by making him get a hard-on. Which if that was the case, then we have a winner! And the little bastard had the audacity to look confused!

"What do you mean? Can't I spin time with my grandpa without going on adventures? You never want to hang out with me anymore," Morty muttered, shoulder's drooping.

This was probably the part where Rick should comfort his grandson, promising to spend more time with him and all that sentimental bull crap. But he could only seem to focus on the lollipop in Morty's mouth glistening with spit, his legs trapped between the boy's thighs, and how he could clearly see down his shirt if he chose to do so. Morty pouted, and it took every last ounce of willpower not to capture the boy's lips in his own.

"Whatever, I don't know why I even try to talk to you anymore," Morty muttered, getting up.

"No!" Rick dragged him back down, and the boy let out a surprised squeak, face now as red as Rick's. "I mean, ugh, fuck you Morty, I'm listening okay. Now, what could you possibly want?" Rick snapped, trying to ignore the body squirming against his. "Look, let's talk, but for fuck's sake, go change first. You're distracting me."

“And what if I don’t wanna?”

"Why you little brat-I'll give you whatever you want, just get out of those fucking clothes!"

"Whatever I want, really?" Morty's squealed excitedly, "Even a Nintendo Switch?"

“Um, yeah, sure?”

Morty jumped up with a cheer almost knocking Rick out of his chair. He pulled Rick’s face back towards his and kissed him sloppily on the cheek multiple times. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re the best grandpa in the world! Haha, fuck you, Summer!”

Wait, what?

Morty must have seen Rick’s confused look because he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, would you be mad if I said this was a dare to get you to buy me a switch?” He chuckled nervously.

Any sexual feelings that Rick had felt only moments before was now replaced by red-hot anger. A dare? This was all because of a dare. He went through all this embarrassment because of a fucking childish dare?!

“Morty, you son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!” He growled, grabbing for the boy. Morty yelped, barely dodging Rick’s hands, and scrambled up the stairs. “No take backs!” He chirped. “Oh, and you can have this, I hate blueberry.” Morty tossed the lollipop down hitting Rick square in the face, before running off, cackling.

Silence once again engulfed the garage, leaving only a very flustered, and very embarrassed man. Rick popped the lollipop in his mouth and crushed it between his teeth, thinking of every non-lethal way he could get back at his fucking sneaky ass grandson.

#rickorty #rick x morty

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paperzombiie · 11 months ago

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I'd love to hear about nohrehs brother please !!

this answer was so long overdue, i apologise! i wanted to have a few drawings ready for it but i'll make do with what i have

let me introduce this mf to you... this is Rufino Meza aka "Rulsias" (his artistic name)

Nohreh's older brother by four years and former leader of the band they formed together, called Abysscerate

he's weird... and a bit crazy. but there's a certain charm in his weirdness that makes him an engaging and entertaining frontman and performer

Rulsias started off as a protective and caring older brother. he and Nohreh were really close to the point where he took Nohreh to live with him when they were done with their family bullshit as soon as he could afford to pay rent on his own, and supported him through his transition as much as he could both financially and emotionally

they both swore to get to the bottom of their grandpa's disappearance and started saving to move together to Rhodo Island.

so... what happened to end in such bad terms with Nohreh, forcing him to travel completely alone to the island?

his problem was being easy to seduce by fame. and drugs. mostly drugs.

during the time they were saving money to travel they also started having gigs with the band. between their artistic prowess and the natural charm of their mostly supressed mermaid selves they gained a lot of popularity in a short time, starting to make a living from their music.

long story short, he got hooked on drugs and started to forget the real reason behind their hard work... he grew more and more frustrated at Nohreh's insistence on not forgetting about grandpa, getting too attached to the fame and the life they had now with the band's success

they had a couple of arguments about it but never anything too serious... until he touched the savings destined to Rhodo Island to buy more drugs and secure some venues for their band to play since they were now having some trouble scoring gigs bc of his declining behavior

when Nohreh found out he was livid. his own brother lied and betrayed his trust...

betrayal is the worst thing someone can do to Nohreh.

after confronting him and almost beating him into a pulp when Rulsias answered with "grow up, forget about grandpa, he's gone", Nohreh took what was left of the savings and travelled alone to the island leaving behind the band and all he knew as a home until then

Rulsias tried to play it off as something trivial but the rest of the band soon followed up being fed up with his nasty attitude (they also cared about Nohreh a lot). Abysscerate disbanded...

Rulsias started to question himself and what he had done but didn't have his wake up call until he almost drowned at the sea after getting piss drunk... and coming out of it with a fish tail instead

at that same moment, the events of this comic had just happened a few days prior to that

he didn't have a damn clue on why he was turning into a fish- a mermaid?? every time he had contact with sea water and it took him several days of insisting his former friends and bandmates to agree to talk to him and help him

the funny thing is, he discovers his bandmates were also mythical creatures in disguise. Morvyd the drummer (real name: Renato Villalba) is a bat person and Grivoin the guitarist (real name: Giordano Rivas) is a naga. they confess they approached the brothers first bc they sensed they were just like them in some way but later discovered Rulsias and Nohreh weren't aware of this fact so they stayed silent

he's been since staying clean and trying to contact Nohreh in any way to tell him grandpa's stories were true, that he was correct about the existence of mermaids but Nohreh refuses to answer

he will soon realize the best way to make him listen is to tell him in person...

#eze talks #my art #nohreh #rhodo island #sorry for rambling #he's a dumpster fire of a man but i still adore him #and he still loves his little brother and misses him dearly :(#so he's trying to get better

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jhilsara · 2 years ago

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Tie Me to You / Chapter 1

Welcome to a silly little rewrite of the first Seduce Me (the otome) Follows the same general path of the original game. Mika is 21 and in her last year of college instead of high school and all the boys have aged up too. These are adults in their early to late twenties.

I love this game but I have some things I wish the story did instead. This is my little rewrite, mostly just Sam's story. Don't take this too seriously. I'm writing this for me and my friends got invested too so I'm sharing!

Enjoy if it's for you and if it's not that's fine too!

Can also be found on AO3 X

Word Count: 2.3k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, emotional/physical abuse from parental figures

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

invisible strings - Taylor Swift

Chapter 1

It’s the coldest day in the middle of February when she finds out the news. She’s bundled in a comfortable fleece coat, her laptop bag hitting her legs, as she quickly tries to get to the other side of campus for her next class. Her phone’s been ringing since her last class, she’s sent every single one to voicemail, but she finally picks up as she navigates the streets to her destination.

“Hello?” she answers in a rushed tone.

“I’ve been calling you for the past hour! Why didn’t you pick up?” her mother’s shrill voice shrieks.

Mika stiffens from the tone her mother uses, “You and dad told me to not answer my phone during classes. So, I didn’t.” she responds trying to keep her irritation in check.

“Not for emergencies!” her mother's tone is clipped.

Mika rolls her eyes, emergencies from her mother never are that important. There's a heavy sigh over the phone. She can almost feel the impatience prickling through.

“Your grandfather passed today.” Her mother’s voice is quieter, but not soft.

Mika stops in her tracks shocked, “What…?”

“Your grandfather died earlier today sweetie. Your father got the call from the hospital.” Her mother tells her with a practiced ease. As if she wasn't telling her daughter her only grandfather is gone.

“…but he, he was fine. I saw him earlier this week. I was coming over later today for a late lunch.” Mika responds in disbelief, voice shaky.

“I know you were close to him. I’m sorry. Your father’s already arranging the funeral for-”

“Was he alone?” she cuts her mother off, asking in a small voice.

“Excuse me? Say that again honey, you’re too quiet.” Her mother’s voice feels far away and cold. It's indifferent.

“Was he alone… was anyone with him when he passed?” she asks again more frantic.

She's frozen on the sidewalk and she feels like the world should be as well. She knows better though, the world around her moves, people pass her, but she’s unmoving.

Her world has stopped.

“Um…” her mother pauses on the other line, clearly uncomfortable. “Yes. He was home alone.”

Mika’s silent, processing but not really. She thinks she’s going to be sick.

Her mother clears her throat, “Well, your father is making funeral arrangements for tomorrow or Friday. Whichever he can get first.”

“…What? Does anyone else know? That’s not enough time to let people know or even get flowers, or-” she starts spiraling, anger filling her body.

“Your father doesn’t want any of that.” Her mother cuts her off. “He wants a simple and short funeral service that’s family only.”

Her mouth hangs open in shock, “Mom you can’t be serious?" her tone is laced in rage.

"Grandpa never wanted a small funeral service and I know he would want his company board members there, he loved them!” Mika’s pacing the courtyard she’s in. She wants to yell into the sky and at her parents.

“Honey your father is handling it. You don’t need to worry about it at all.” Her mother dismisses her.

“That’s not-” She’s raising her voice but stops. She takes a deep breath, her irritation rising. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that he is not doing anything grandpa wanted and it’s wrong!” she tries emphasizes. She’s pleading for her mother to understand.

She can almost feel her mother rolling her eyes, “Honey it’s fine. If your grandfather cared about his funeral it would have been in the will. Anyways his executor of estate will be there to go over it with us.” her mother doesn't hide the exhaustion in her voice, as if explaining this is so much work for her.

Mika is shaking. She bites her tongue knowing better than to argue.

“Anyway, go to class and come home. We’ll let you know if you need to go to your classes tomorrow or not. I’ll see you tonight.”

No love you or goodbyes and her mother hangs up the phone.

“Like hell I’m going to class after that…” she mumbles to herself and shoves her phone in her pocket.

Mika looks around noticing she’s alone in the quad. The cold keeping people inside and most classes have already started. She sighs and pulls at her hair in frustration. She decides to go on a walk. She needs to be alone.

She walks briskly to her car and throws her bag inside of it. She shoves headphones in and walks into the biting cold of her university streets. She shoves her hands in her pockets but if offers no warmth, she’s already numb.

When it’s time for her to go home she goes straight to her room. Her mother and father aren’t home yet and she wants them to stay out. She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.

She locks her door and just lays on her bed. She silently cries, trying to not make any noise, and clinging to her pillow. She stays like that for hours.

Mika wasn’t close with her grandfather growing up but during high school and college, it was all her parents could do to stop her from moving in with him. Her father and him have never gotten along. Her father tried to keep Mika away as a kid. She still saw him, but only during holidays as a kid. She doesn’t know why her father hates him so much, but her grandfather never discussed it with her either.

She does know that her grandfather would never want her father handling his affairs.

Someone knocks on her door and she ignores it. Her lights are off and she’s been laying in her bed disassociating for hours. They’ll think she’s asleep.

“Mika?” it’s her father, in his cold tone of voice.

She rolls over. And pulls her covers up more. Her doors locked, but he has a key.

“I know you’re in there, your cars parked outside.” He tries to lighten his tone, but she hears the underlying anger. She curls into herself and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll think she’s asleep.

He comes in and sees her under the covers, he pauses for two seconds before leaving. Quietly shutting her door.

She sighs in relief and the tension leaves her shoulders. She relaxes into her bed and genuinely tries to go to sleep.

Friday morning she’s standing in freezing rain watching strangers lower her grandfather into a grave. She grips the umbrella with icy hands and her tears go unnoticed as they wash away with the rain.

They start piling the dirt in and she can’t watch. Mika turns away and walks a few paces away.

She doesn’t make it far before lawyers are in front of her unloading information onto her.

“Miss Anderson we are your grandfather’s lawyers, we are here as the executors of estate.” One of the men tell her.

She’s cold, wet, and numb as these men look at her with pity. Her father interrupts before they can continue to talk to her.

“You don’t need to consult my daughter about my father’s affairs. Please only discuss them with me. That's why I asked you to come.” He tells the men in a harsh tone. His hand is placed on her shoulder and her fathers grip is tight. It's not reassuring.

One of them lifts his brow at her father, “We need to discuss this in an office and it surely does only involve Miss Anderson. I’m the executor of the estate.”

Her fathers face goes red. He silently marches along and storms into the car. Her mother pauses, looks at her for a second to debate if her daughter is more important than the temper tantrum of her husband, before picking him like she always has.

Mika watches her mother briskly walk in heels far too high, through the dirt, to their family car.

“Miss Anderson please come with us, we can give you any ride you need. We must discuss your grandfather’s will.”

She nods and follows the men, but she’s not really listening. Her body moves on its own.

She’s silent in the car and once the men lead her into a small office. They ease her into a chair and start going through her grandfather’s will with her.

“Miss Anderson you are here because your grandfather, Harold Anderson, has left you with all of his belongings, home, and the company Anderson Toys…”

She hears the lawyers talking to her, she does, but it washes away in her head after the first sentence.

Her head’s spinning with questions, mostly why.

She doesn’t understand why she is being given literally everything her grandfather built and made, and not her father. Did they hate each other that much?

She starts to panic slightly thinking about her father, he was going to kill her.

His own father didn’t leave him a single thing… it all went to her, including passing down the CEO position of the company. She doesn’t even want to be a part of this company.

She doesn’t want to go home, not when she knows he’ll be there, waiting.

“Miss Anderson do you understand?” One of the lawyers speaks to her, breaking her chain of thought.

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” She mumbles.

One of them sighs, “We’ll give you a hard copy explaining everything. For now, we can give you the keys to his estate as well as his cards and bank account information. You’ll have to go to those banks in person to become the new account holder, but it should go over smoothly with the documents we give you.”

She nods her head, but still isn’t paying attention to them. They put the documents in her hands and escort her back to a vehicle to take her home.

She’d give anything to not have to walk into that house.

She takes a deep breath before she opens the door. Hoping her parents aren’t home. She closes the door quietly behind her, but it’s too late. Her father emerges from the dining room arms crossed with a furious glare on his face.

“So, what’s the verdict? Oh, chosen one.” He asks her mockingly. Her mother is nowhere to be found, not that she would help.

Mika flinches in response. She avoids her father’s furious gaze.

“Why do you even care? Does it even matter?” she sighs, already feeling defeated and just wishing to go to bed already. Even if it's only early afternoon.

“Don’t use that tone with me young lady. You still live under my roof.” He tells her sternly.

Anger fills Mika’s body. She’s tired, furious, and honestly sick of her father.

“I’m exhausted and I would like to go to bed, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room.” She tries to stomp past him to the stairs but he blocks her.

“Excuse me? I am your father, do not disrespect me in my home! You’re not going anywhere until you show me those documents!” he’s shouting at her now.

Mika’s mother finally shows herself, she comes around the corner and stops. She’s staring at the two of them, looking spent but refusing to help. Her cold eyes almost look through her daughter. Like she’s transparent.

She flinches back, but keeps her glare steady, “I don’t have to show you shit. Newsflash, he left me everything. Point blank. There is nothing in these documents that mention you or are for you.” She spits out in venom.

His face darkens and he steps towards Mika, “Give. Me. Those. Documents. Now.” He hisses out towards her.

“Why? Why should I? Like I said there is nothing in here for you. Don’t act like you suddenly care about Grandpa when all you did was keep him away from me for years!” Mika’s yelling at him with as much hate that she can muster. Her grip on the document folder tight, afraid he’ll reach for them.

“You did not know him!” his voice raises to match hers and she can see his veins popping out.

“And whose fault is that?!” she replies, face twisted in anguish.

“Mika please.” Her mother huffs in exasperation and arms crossed.

She whips her head to look at her mother in disbelief.

“You didn’t know a damn thing about that man or what he was capable of! Do not talk to me as if you knew him!” her father gets her attention back by shoving a finger in her face. His face is twisted in rage and red as a tomato.

“At least Grandpa loved me and cared about what I even want to do with my life! You never have supported any interest of mine outside of the toy company!” Mika’s eyes are tearing up, the grief in her heart wells up almost vomits out of her at a veracity she can’t control or hold on to anymore.

Her father matches her in this emotional warfare and she is unprepared as his hand comes into contact with her face. He slaps her.

It’s enough to send her a step or two back from the force and the shock.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that when I feed you and put a roof over your head.” His voice is low and calm, but the untold threat is there. If she doesn’t comply he’ll do more than just a slap.

She looks over to her mother for help and sees her turn her back and walk back to the other room in silence.

She holds her cheek and glares daggers at the man before her, “Fine. Then you won’t have to provide those things for me anymore. I’m leaving.”

She shoves past him to walk up the stairs, his voice follows, “Where will you go?” he’s scoffing at her, “You have no money!”

She turns around to face him, standing above him now, “Don’t you know?” she asks in a mocking tone, “I have a mansion and plenty of money now. The state and the company are mine!” she laughs coldly at him. “You finally got what you wanted, me to be apart of the company. Follow the ‘family business’, right?”

Her fathers face pales before he’s screaming, veins in his neck popping, “Ungrateful brat! Rot in that house like he did!”

She slams her bedroom door and starts shoving her things into bags. The sooner she can leave the better.

She grabs everything she knows she wants to take and the rest is just things being thrown together. It’s a mess, she leaves behind more than she would like.

She never plans to set foot in this house again.

As she rushes down to throw her things in her car, she passes her mother near the door, who just stares at her. Her mothers silence is more than enough. Mika knows where her mother stands, and it was never by her side. Not once in her twenty one years.

Mika slams the door and hopes it cracks as she storms to her car.

#seduce me otome #seduce me the demon war #seduce me fanfiction #aomaris #fanfiction #sam seduce me #james seduce me #erik seduce me #damien seduce me #matthew seduce me

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august-diehl · 2 years ago

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I saw your edit posted of viserys and alicent recently. In the show when they were showing it I just skipped through the scene as it was too uncomfortable for me but I didn't know it was very graphic.

And this is why I don't understand why the hell the showrunners did not give alicent a scene where she was allowed to rage at Viserys. My goodness they keep telling that there is only 1 r*pe scene and they do not consider this as that?? They even allowed her to waste her tears over him??

Others have commented before that sansa was allowed to resent littlefinger and we all know how terrible d&d were on this subject. But c'mon what is up with hotd?? And the worst thing is the narrative keeps glorifying him. I actually liked viserys in episode 1 but afterwards he is the one I hate the most in the show.

Also this is one of the main reasons why I hated the show changing alicents age. If you want to portray Viserys as a lovable grandpa and horrible father who is trying to keep his family in check and sucking at it due to his own indecisiveness and blatant favouritism it is fine. I can deal with terrible family dynamics. But I cannot deal with sa. Also wasn't the actress 19 why would the show runners put her upto this🤮. And team bl@ck think this dude is father of the year?? Why didn't they follow the books- atleast they had a closer age gap 18-29 or something right?

Sorry for ranting...you can ignore it but ur gifset really shocked me. I do like your edits though please don't take it the wrong way.

Hey love, thanks for the ask.

It is quite ironic that in the books Viserys and Alicent's age gap is the healthiest one.

They had to change many things due to Alicent and Rhaenyra being the same age, and they really wanted Paddy to play Viserys and didn't think of the implications.

Now onto them...they will excuse anything for their girlboss qween Rhaenyra. They excuse Daemon's awful behaviour and character because he's on the "right side". The writers decided to frame Rhaenyra's struggle as feminism, which couldn't be further from the truth.

It was very intentional on their part, they made the greens argument about that corpse's last words...when they had law on their side, which is why they say "tHe KiNg'S wOrD Is LaW" and it really isn't, otherwise Jaehaerys wouldn't bother calling the Great Council, making the doctrine of exceptionalism and Viserys wouldn't be pressured to marry again.

The thing is in my honest opinion, Alicent is the writer's punching bag. Alicent is not allowed to rebel, because she's not Khaleesi 2.0. Alicent has to grovel to Rhaenyra, forfeit her children for a woman that never cared that much about her, if at all.

The writers needed someone to suffer and it couldn't be Rhaenyra, otherwise, people wouldn't like that, since Alicent is framed as the villain, the evil stepmother, and is accused of seducing poor Viserys as a 14 year old, what she went through is simply bad sex.

tHaT iS wHy ShE's So BiTtEr...they say.

People are excited about B&C something that GRRM made sure to make inexcusable and they still cheer for it, in this fandom if you aren't a Targaryen everything that happened to you is your fault. At the same time, you have to learn your place and shut up.

The writers wanted to make sure that Emily and Milly looked particularly young, so they went for actual teenagers. I would give them the benefit and say they didn't think this through, but the script, the filming, post-production and everything else made me think it was their intent or simply didn't care about the actress.

#alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen #house of the dragon #answered

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hulijingemperor2 · 8 months ago

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Meng Shi visits Qishan with Sisi and a couple of maids. She normally goes to Qishan three times a month, to see Wen Ruohan.

For a while now, Wen ruohan fell in love with her, calling her an exotic beauty, and wanted her to be his concubine. But Meng Shi refuses because she doesn't submit to man and she's the former empress. However she decides to let Wen Ruohan join her harem.

Wen Ruohan haven't actually died. A-Yao stabbed him amd put him in confinement within his own home.

His power was stripped away from him.

Him being "exiled" in his own home is worst than death to him.

Meng Shi: greetings.

Wen ruohan: my rare beauty. *kisses hands* how are you.

Meng shi: fine Wen Zongzhu.

Wen Ruohan: come. Have a seat, darling! You're so gorgeous!

Meng Shi: *smiling* thank you very much. *sits next to him*

Wen ruohan: have some snacks, empress. Why do you come even three months? Don't you know I miss you?

Meng Shi: I'm busy being a goddess, a taihou and running my family.

Wen Ruohan: I see. I got to meet Yao'er some time.

Meng Shi: you must.

And you should meet Song'er and Yi'er too.

Wen Ruohan: of course.

Meng Shi: and my dear A-Su is pregnant for Yao'er again.

Wen Ruohan: that's great news!! I'm so happy for A-Yao. Well I'm ready to be a grandpa then.

Meng Shi: *smiling*

Sisi: Wen Zongzhu, you're very lucky. You get to stay in a palace within Jing Manor.

Meng Shi: yes dear. As you know, Qishan Wen will have a new sect leader. You may stay in Jing Manor as my concubine.

Wen Ruohan: excellent! I don't want this darn sect anymore. I just want to look at you.

I'm already exiled in my own house along with my children so.

But then I will be broke. How would I spoil you?

Meng Shi: Ruoruo. I'm an empress. I don't mind.

Wen Ruohan: oh goodness. *caressing her face* you certainly are. Sometimes I forget. I blame it on the dimples.

Meng Shi: *laughing daintily*

Wen Ruohan: so as your concubine, would I get some power?

Meng Shi: I thought you didn't want any?

Wen Ruohan: yes, love. But I'll feel useless if I don't have power. Like it's not what I'm used to.

Meng Shi: understandable.

Rest assured. The concubines of the imperial Mengs are always powerful.

You'll be the lord of Qishan. But you must ask Huangdi for permission.

Wen ruohan: our son?

Meng shi: obviously, silly.

He's the emperor.

Wen ruohan: what about Wen xu and Wen Chao?

Meng Shi: huh?! No no. I'm afraid that they'll destroy my Yao'er's perfect empire. No.

They're too corrupt and rude.

I want them to stay as they are.

Wen ruohan: *kisses* ok. Anything for you, my love. I'm sure Wen chao would definitely be power hungry and try to harm Rusong. And he had tried to seduce Qin Su.

Meng Shi: how inappropriate.

I'll never forgive him for harassing my daughter-in-law.

Wen ruohan: speaking of power, I'm still practicing my demonic cultivation, and I'm aspiring to be sort of a ghost king.

Is that alright with you, A-Shi?

Meng Shi: do as you please. But remember you're my concubine.

Wen Ruohan: of course.

Meng Shi: you'll be supervised by Sisi. As she's the head of my harem.

Wen Ruohan: you have a harem?

Meng Shi: mhm. But they're still waiting to either reincarnate or become immortals.

I can interact with them, as I'm a goddess.

Wen Ruohan: that's excellent

Meng Shi: shall we head to Jing Manor?

Wen Ruohan: *kisses her hand* of course. But I want to take you to bed. I want you to strangle me with those 9 tails.

Meng shi: haha. I haven't done that in a while. *lifts chin* but can you handle me?

Wen Ruohan: I believe I can.

Meng Shi: I had men drooling over me in Yunping.

It was so intense that they would cry when I was absent or wasn't working.

Meng beauty can make you drunk and hysterical, as well as break your heart.

Wen Ruohan: gosh, taihou, you're so fiery.

I like that.

But I thought you didn't like being a pr*stitute.

Meng shi: I didn't. But I like to see them go crazy for me.

It's entertaining.

Don't you know A-Yao's harem members fight over him as well? They go feral.

Wen ruohan: ahahaha.

That Jin guangshan never deserved you! He's such a creep.

Meng shi: correct. He has no dignity at all.

Ruoruo, I love the fact that I you took great care of my son, and protected him.

You're too sweet.

Wen Ruohan: no problem. I'm actually honoured to have Yao'er as an adopted son. He's a prodigy.

I haven't seen such talent and resilience.

Meng Shi: hmm. My A-Yao is really talented indeed. He's also very powerful.

*smile* come. Let's go to Jing Manor.

Wen Ruohan: sure, my empress.

Meng shi: we'll meet with Yao'er and fam, and then his harem.

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Jing Manor 📍.

Meng Shi: Yao'er.

Yao: Hey A-niang. So it's official?

Meng Shi: yes! Wen Ruohan is now my concubine.

He'll stay here from now on.

Yao: I'm glad to hear that.

Wen Ruohan: *enters, then he hugs A-Yao tightly* YAO'ER!!!!

Yao: Wen Zongzhu!

Or shall I call you Wen Fuji

Wen Ruohan: anything, amusing! Yao'er. *kisses his forehead*

Meng shi: so sweet.

Wen Ruohan: I'm so proud of you!! My emperor son.

You became so successful and powerful. And with a harem of sect leaders too?! Omg

*sniffles* they grow up so fast. A-Shiiiii.

Meng Shi: oh yes they do.

Yao: hard work do pay off.

Wen Ruohan: yea. Yao'er, I was kind of an emperor too.

As well as chief cultivator. It's good to see you as the same too.

Yao: thank you, Wen Fuji

Wen ruohan: Jin guangshan is an ass. I hate how he treated you and A-Shi.

What became of that scum.

Yao: he's renting Jinlintai from Zixuan and I. He's literally broke, and wears rags.

Wen Ruohan: Waw!! I love that!! Yao'er, you're the best. Well done, my son!

Meng Shi: *amused*

Team dimple then rushed in.

Team d: wow. *drops on their knees*

Yao: they're team dimple. My closest concubines and best friends.

Wen Ruohan: *looking proud, then bursting into laughter*

Xue yang: what's wrong with you? Zongzhu?!

Wen Ruohan: xue yang! You're a concubine?! Ahahahaha. You little delinquent.

Xue yang: hey! What am I supposed to do when Jiggy is hot!

Wen Ruohan: lol. Well I know that you and Yao'er were very close in your Qishan days.

And you two used to look out for each other.

Xue yang: yea. We also ran from dage together, after trying to seduce him of course!

Wen Ruohan: as you should, lol.

Mo xuanyu: Wen Zongzhu, you're actually our inspiration.

As we're demonic cultivators.

Su she: I respect you a lot. Not only were you the first chief cultivator, you were my Huangdi's mentor too. It's an honour to meet you.

And I think you deserve all the respect.

Wen Ruohan: aw thank you, Minshan.

Xue yang: Shanshan, don't waste your time on Ruoruo. He wants too much of attention.

Wen Ruohan: Xue yang, I can still slap you.

Meng Shi: call him xue gui fei.

Wen Ruohan: haha, xue gui fei.

Xue yang: I'm so unfortunate lol

Wen Ruohan: you have to have respect for me, xue gui fei.

Yao: there's another xue gui fei you got to tease me

Wen ruohan: really?

Yao: Song'er's girlfriend is xue yang's adopted daughter, A-qing.

Wen Ruohan: goodness, my grandson is in the game already.

I heard everyone is crazy for him.

Yao: oh yes they are.

You'll meet him soon.

Wen Ruohan: he better come with A-qing. I have to see if she got the right qualities of xue yang.

Or if she's fully a gremlin.

Xue yang: she was a gremlin before we knew each other.

Mo xuanyu: Ruoruo, but I thought you were in a relationship with Lan qiren. What are you doing with our Meng taihou.

Xue yang: that's so bad, Ruoruo.

Wen Ruohan: I was.

Now I regret that relationship with that Lan dragon. All Lans are self absorbed and rough. They prioritize righteousness and image than love.

Su she: I learnt that the hard way.

Forget about them Wen qianbei.

Wen Ruohan: yea. Now I got a goddess wife, and my emperor son is worshipped like a god.

Team dimple: that's right! We're devoted to A-Yao!

Wen Ruohan: lovely.

I believe Wen chao and Wen xu should be more like Yao'er.

Yao'er is my blood son.

Yao: *smiling*

Wen Ruohan: Rusong is my grandson. Do you see, Ruohan, Rusong.

Su she: aww.

What a coincidence.

Wen Ruohan: right.

Yao'er where are your children? I'll scope out your concubines later.

Yao: there they are, coming with A-Su.

Qin Su: greetings, Wen qianbei.

Rusong and Jingyi: *bow* greetings Wen qianbei.

Wen rouhan: ahhhh Rusong! The exact replica of A-Yao. My goodness. Baby Rusong, you can ask me anything and I'll give it to you! Without question.

Rusong: awesome! Thank you, yeye. *hugs*

Qin Su: aww.

Wen Ruohan: A-Yi. *hugs* you did the right thing, being a part of A-Yao's beautiful family.

Jingyi: yea. It's fun to be Rusong's brother.

It's fun to be a Meng.

Wen Ruohan: lovely! I hated the Lans anyway.

And your Nainai doesn't fancy Hanguang Jun too much.

Good you left that trap.

Meng Shi: I do love and admire Lan Xichen though. He gives Yao'er so much love. He's also very poised. Him and Madam Lan.

Jingyi: ohhh. Yeye.

Are you happy for Sizhui? He's the new wen sect leader.

Wen Ruohan: I am, because he's a Wen. But I don't like that reform Wen sect. They're too weak.

He must be strong and dark, then marry Rusong.

Rusong: *laughing* what?

Wen Ruohan: you must have a powerful sect leader, Song'er.

Rusong: hmm. I'll work on that later.

Wen Ruohan: yea don't rush.

I don't have much interest on the new Wen sect.

Yao'er is the emperor and that's all what matters.

Speaking of Yao'er.

A-Su, you're so precious. Congrats on your pregnancy.

Qin Su: thank you.

Wen Ruohan: you're a perfect empress. Stay happy.

Qin su: I'm happy that I have pleased you and taihou. I do try my best to be an empress, a wife and a mom.

Wen Ruohan: I see that.

Rusong: yeye. This is my girlfriend, A-qing.

Aqing: *bow* greetings Wen shifu.

I know you are xue yang's mentor so I called you shifu.

Xue yang: omg, so much respect?

Wen Ruohan: oh goodness, she's cute. Well my grandson has great tastes.

Rusong is so perfect for emperor.

Yao: certainly is.

Meng shi: of course. Song'er is my second dimple baby.

Yao'er is my first.

Jingyi: dimple baby will rule the empire one day for sure!

Rusong: *laughing* A-yi. You don't need to call me dimple baby.

Jingyi: why?

Rusong: because I'm older than you.

Jingyi: pfftt!!

Wen Ruohan: Yao'er, where's the harem? I'm going to inspect them.

Meng Shi is too soft with them.

Yao: too soft? Haha.

Mo xuanyu: everyone is actually nervous around taihou.

Su she: especially Nie gui fei. *scoffs*

Wen Ruohan: nie mingjue. An old enemy. Finally he submitted to my son.

I'll mess with him. *laughing maniacally*

~~~

The Harem palace 📍

Wen rouhan had A-Yao's concubines (except for team d and qin su), standing as if they're a part of a boot camp.

Team d supervised them while they wait for Wen Ruohan and Meng Shi make their entrance.

There stood Lan Xichen, The Nie Brothers, and Jiang cheng.

All they heard is that Meng Shi got a new concubine.

Huaisang: I wonder who it is, guys.

Zewu Jun, is it Lan qiren?

Xichen: no. He would have told me.

Huaisang: oh right.

And it can't be Jin guangshan.

Mingjue: never. Our taihou would never hook up with that piece of trash.

Jiang cheng: what if it's team dimple messing with us. They're always chaotic.

Su she: what did you say, grapey? Stand and stay quiet.

Jiang cheng: bossy much.

Meng Shi, Wen Ruohan and A-Yao then walked in, and everyone caught a stroke seeing Wen Ruohan.

Mingjue: HIM?!!!

Meng Shi: have a problem, Nie gui fei?.

Mingjue: that's Wen Ruohan!

Meng shi: thank you for telling me, dear. I wasn't sure. Sisi, make a name tag for him.

Sisi: *laughs* very soon, jiejie.

Jiang cheng: no way.

Huaisang: is that???...is that??

Xichen: Wen Ruohan?

Wen Ruohan: your father-in-law.

Meng Shi: he have treated A-Yao very well, and he became devoted to me.

Now stop catching a stroke.

The harem: *confused*

Meng shi: just remember I'm the empress dowager, goddess and senior of Jing Manor. This empire's emperor is my son.

What I say goes. And I forbid rivalry.

Team dimple: *kneeling*

Meng shi: *makes her nine tails appear*

Harem: forgive us, taihou.

Wen Ruohan: time to evaluate you cowards.

Huaisang: w....w...what...about....t..team dimple. Wen Zongzhu....*gulp*

Wen Ruohan: they were evaluated already.

Now let me start with that Lan.

Lan qiren's nephew.

Xichen: *bow in respect* accept my greetings.

Wen Ruohan: A-Shi told me a lot about you. You're fine.

Mo xuanyu: Wen qianbei, Lan lips isn't fine at all!

Xue yang: he steals Jiggy away from us!

Wen Ruohan: aha, continue fighting over my son then. I don't have a problem.

Xichen: I really love A-Yao.

Wen Ruohan: I'm proud!

Wen Ruohan: *glaring at Nie mingjue*

Nie mingjue: *staring back at him*

Wen Ruohan: *puts him in a headlock* nie Mingjue! You're so buff! But you can't tackle me!!

Mingjue: hey! Hey! *punchrs his arm* let go of me!

(Is this how Huaisang feels when I do this to him? Huh?)

Huaisang: dage! Omg Dage! Please spare dage!!

Wen Ruohan: fight me like a man! How are you going to protect my son!!

Mingjue: how are you so strong?!

Wen Ruohan: *pushes* resentful energy! What else!

Mingjue: *trying to catch a breath* i just missed leg day once for the weak!

Wen Ruohan: *grunts and Huaisang*

Huaisang: *faints*

Yao: oh dear.

Not again.

Meng Shi: Little Nie gui fei, you should stop fainting. What if you damage yourself.

Su she: he faints when he's scared.

Wen Ruohan: so we got meatloaf and possum boy. Nice.

Jiang cheng.

Jiang cheng: why did you burn my sect?

Wen Ruohan: my sons did it. That was out of my power.

Also I don't care about anyone's clans.

A freaking war broke out, Jiang cheng, obviously some damage would happen.

Wen Ruohan: but I'm sorry, I guess. The past is past.

Do you guys love my son?

Harem: yes, Wen qianbei.

Wen Ruohan: good. If you make him, or his children upset, I'll personally punish you. Just saying.

Huaisang: *gets up* yikes. I will stop scheming then.

Mingjue: so strict.

I...I need to contemplate on things.

Xichen: got it. I won't make A-Yao upset.

Jiang cheng: sure. We all love A-Yao.

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